Not sure how I missed this, but damn.
Stephanie Hayes: TAMPA — Eden Banks woke up to a dark, silent hospital room.
She rolled over, grabbed her brown wig from the table and pulled it onto her bald head.
"I have to figure out where my husband went," she said.
I had come to interview her for a wedding feature. Eden wanted to talk about their love story, their five-year-marriage, the vows they had renewed this week at age 31.
Her white blood cell count was down to 60. She needed him there, to say smart things that make Stage Four seem less impossible. But he'd wandered off while she slept, somewhere into Tampa General Hospital.
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