My husband was only 36 when we sat in the exam room and received the bad news we already knew was coming. The cancerous tumor in his esophagus had returned, and it would kill him.
“We can buy you a little more time, but that’s the best we can do. I’m sorry,” were the exact words from the oncologist.
If you’re reading this with interest, chances are you or someone you know may be grappling with a terminal diagnosis.
First, I offer you my deepest sympathies. https://mbno.com/rLH/b5g