My brain tumor attack, but my wife blamed me for disturbing her

On my birthday, my brain tumor flared up, and I lost consciousness. As the doctor worked to save me, he picked up the phone to call my family.

My wife answered with irritation, "Really? Are you checking up on me at this age? I'm about to go on a trip to Florence with Declan. Don't call me unless it's necessary!"

My daughter added, "Good riddance if he dies. The insurance payout can be deposited into my account; my boyfriend wants a new motorcycle."

Oddly enough, hearing this, I felt a sense of relief, as if a weight had been lifted.