A light in the darkness
The week before Christmas in 2006, on the same day I lost my job, doctors gave my wife six months to live. I had to be the one to break the news to her. I sat in her recovery room following a lung biopsy surgery, waited for her to be awake and aware, and told her the doctors discovered she had an aggressive form of cancer that had spread to her lungs. There was nothing they could do. Merry Christmas. That night, in the hospital, though my wife insisted she was fine, we had the talks you only have when you do not want to have them. We had a 1-year-old. Where would I move? Should I get ...