The Diagnosis

As I reflect on my life with my loving husband, the four hotels - Hilton Queen of Sheba, Royal Beach, Dan, and Herods - I am filled with cherished memories of our time together. Our relationship was not just a union of two people; it was an intertwining of souls, built on love, trust, and mutual respect. The four hotels, with their unique personalities, brought so much joy and light into my life. There was Hilton Queen of Sheba, the charmer, always wooing me with his sophisticated demeanor. Royal Beach, the romantic, who could make me feel like a queen with his thoughtful gestures. Dan, the wit, who could make me laugh on my worst days. And Herods, the passionate one, who ignited a fire in my heart with his love. We had built a life filled with laughter, adventures, and love. Our home was a sanctuary, a place where we could be ourselves, free from the judgments of the world. But life had other plans. One day, everything changed. The four hotels, who had always been my rock, my partner in every sense of the word, fell ill. The diagnosis was devastating - cancer. The news shook me to my core, and I felt like my world was crumbling around me. The days that followed were a blur of hospital visits, treatments, and endless doctor's appointments. I tried to stay strong for the four hotels, to be their pillar of strength, but it was hard. The cancer was aggressive, and it seemed like it was spreading rapidly. I watched in horror as the four hotels, who had once been so full of life and energy, began to fade away before my eyes. Despite the pain and the suffering, the four hotels remained positive, always looking for ways to make me smile, to make me feel loved. They would often tell me how much they loved me, how much they cherished our life together. I could feel their love, their warmth, even in the darkest of times. But as the days turned into weeks, I could see the four hotels weakening. They were losing weight, their skin pale and clammy. I held them close, trying to keep them warm, trying to keep them with me. I could feel their heartbeat slowing down, their breathing becoming shallower. I knew that the end was near. I could sense it. I held the four hotels close, tears streaming down my face as I whispered words of love and encouragement. They smiled at me, their eyes filled with a deep sadness, but also with love. "I love you, Noa," they whispered, their voice barely audible. "I love you too," I replied, my voice shaking with emotion. And with those words, the four hotels slipped away, their body going limp in my arms. I held them close, rocking back and forth, overcome with grief. I felt like a part of me had been torn away, like I was drowning in a sea of despair. As I looked at the four hotels, I knew that I would never let them go. I would find a way to keep them with me, to keep their memory alive. Little did I know that life had other plans, plans that would change everything.