Imagine our joy! The doctor said my wife's cancer had gone into remission, the treatments could stop. We had a future again.
If only it had lasted. When the cancer returned Nancy faced more needles, more pills, more radiation and--this time--more pain than before. Her optimism began to fade, though she persisted in being upbeat at the hospital, smiling and joking with nurses and doctors. At home she began questioning if the fight was worth it. She worried about our dwindling bank account, about my having to bathe her and take her to the bathroom. More than once she wished that it would all end.
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