Emily had known all along. And so did Aaron. Her cancer had come back.
It had come back fierce, it had spread. To her brain – to her lungs.
Emily was weak. She was fragile and she was terminal.
She was never going to get better. The Cancer would kill her. But not only that. It would kill her slowly; painfully. She was likely to become too weak to walk, to do simple things such as showering on her own. How un-dignifying was that! Especially for Emily who absolutely hated the idea of having someone look after her. Hated the idea of becoming a burden.
However much Aaron reassured her that she wouldn't and he would be retiring to look after her she still hated the idea. And the retiring thing made her feel like even more of a burden. They were both getting old and it was about time for him to retire but she still felt bad. So much so that she made Penelope ensure that his retirement did not go through the system. Not until she was dead…
She didn't want this decision to be made just because of her cancer. It had already taken away her job and she didn't want it to take away his.