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

Ms Grant,

Wow! Amazing. I have never read an article written as close to the heart as this. It brought tears to my eyes and reminded of my Mom’s last hours as she laid dying of sclerosis of the liver.

I was in the hospital’s chapel praying my heart out that she be healed. But i guess God was busy with others who, at that moment, were also praying as hard as I was, or He had other plans for Mom.

She died exactly at 12 noon, a day after my birthday — one more day I thought would be her last.

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