This was a blog about my adventures with Joe. Then, along came Nia. Four years later, along came Stage 3 breast cancer. Fast forward two years, and I'm now caring for my dad while he fights his own cancer battle.
In a nut shell: I got a lecture instead of the support I was looking for ... it's days later and I'm still dwelling on it. I couldn't be more grateful for my husband who doesn't say anything except, "Nia & I are fine. Work as long as you need to." And the hugs. The hugs help.