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Ruth & Jack Cohen, transplant and life partners

Cohen answers the front door before the bell rings. “This is Wally,” he introduces the white barking dog in his arms. “He’s really sweet, but he’s a little nervous around strangers.” Wally is gently lowered to the floor, gives a farewell bark and scampers away. Ruth Cohen is in the kitchen. “Coffee?” she asks. “Decaf or real? Real coffee it is. Jack, will you make a cup? Oh, here’s a bag of leftover Halloween candy. Maybe later.” At 9:45 on a lazy weekend morning, Ruth looks wonderful. It’s not just her face, which glows, or her ebullient mood. Jack, who finishes brewing the coffee, can’t stop smiling either. “It’s Jack’s birthday,” Ruth says. “I’m 49,” he answers the inevitable. For some, 49 heralds the dreaded […]
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