My husband is a cancer specialist who has saved countless lives.   But I, in the late stage of cancer and dying, am unknown to him.   When I made my last call to him for help, he coldly hung up on me to accompany his first love for a prenatal checkup, telling me not to make a fuss.   After my death, I donated my body and reappeared at the cancer dissection conference he hosted.   He finally regretted it.