It occurred to me that his description of how surgery strengthened his marriage was indicative of my own experience. That "room" inside, hidden from view and almost never revealed, is no longer a secret place. My wife, just like Murray's, demonstrated love and concern for me when I was almost invalid in exactly the way my mother might have done.
Not every man is so fortunate. Not every man gets to open that "room" to the daylight, let the sun stream through, open the windows, and do the spring cleaning of the cobwebs we so desperately need. There's yet another unexpected blessing of this thing called cancer.