ALLIS. MY HUSBAND FORGOT I WAS HIS WIFE.
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‘I’m your wife,’ I insisted to my husband Jez as he lay in his hospital bed. But his face was blank.
‘Do you know who I am,’ I asked him desperately. This was like an awful dream. Jez had had an operation to remove a brain tumour three weeks before, but had suffered a lifethreatening infection afterwards. He nearly hadn’t survived, but he’d defied all the doctors to hang on.