I was my husband’s caregiver as he was dying of cancer. It was the best seven months of my life.
Washington Post

I was the primary caregiver for my mum when she got sick of cancer, she died last month. To be able to have fortitude in a situation like that does not come easily, but I am glad I was there the entire 8 months it went on.

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