She read it twice.
“Why would he say that?”
“Because I have cancer.”
“That’s not the same as incapacity.”
“I know.”
“Has he ever said you can’t manage your own affairs?”
I hesitated.
During the previous month, Daniel had begun correcting me in front of people.
“She forgets things.”
“She gets confused from the medication.”
“I handle the finances now.”
At one oncology visit he had answered a question before I could.
The nurse had gently redirected it to me.
I hadn’t thought much about it.
Monica did.
“Does Daniel have power of attorney?”
“No.”
“Any financial authorization?”
“We have a joint checking account. That’s it.”
“Access to your email?”
“Probably.”
“Passwords?”
“He knows some.”
She closed her legal pad.
“Change them.”
We did.
Banking.
Email.
Insurance.
Medical portal.
Phone account.
Everything.
That afternoon Rachel’s supervisor called.
Their agency had begun reviewing my visit records because of the medication concern.
