It is difficult to minister to the spouses of the terminally ill.
But somebody has to reach a hand back into the darkness.
Somebody has to.
I cannot turn my back knowing what I know.
Caked in mud, blood and tears.
For now, it is my hand.
Someday, somehow, I will find a way to do more.
Filed under Glioblastoma, Widowhood
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