Opposite him I sit down. I have no idea how I am supposed to tell him that the moment he has been dreading has arrived. I have to tell him that the illness that his wife has been suffering with has taken such an effect that she isn’t going to survive. I wait before I start speaking, capturing the small bit of hope I still see in his eyes. Once I start to speak I will see all that hope disappear. I know that it isn’t really but at times like this I can’t help but think it’s my fault.