This article was originally published in 2018 in Wildfire Magazine. You should do yourself a favor and get a subscription immediately!! I’m reproducing my article today, on the anniversary of my beloved husband’s birth.
At the time of my de novo metastatic diagnosis, my husband and I had been together for nearly 12 years and had been married for nearly 10. We have two boys, who were then nearly 2 and nearly 4 (they are now 6 and 4). We were thinking about a third child and I was still tandem breastfeeding (meaning breastfeeding both boys at the same time). In short, we were focused on our children, running our business and traveling.
Then the bomb dropped.
Overnight, my husband was married to a very sick wife who was told not to walk until surgery (during chemo) and he then became the only employed person in our family, carrying the…
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