When the ER doctor said the dreadful word… the one I didn't want to hear… glioblastoma… I knew that my life was forever changed. I knew that it was very likely that I would be facing a life without my husband at some point. Unless God miraculously intervened (which we hoped and prayed for), my… Read More
My love has gone home to Jesus. Two weeks ago. For two weeks I haven't wanted to really write the words. I still don't want them to be true. Hubby has gone home to Jesus. For four months and nine days, Hubby lived with the diagnosis of glioblastoma. Eighteen and a… Read More
He is different. His smell is different. The look in his eyes is different. photo by Muncie Fine Portraits He doesn't laugh and smile as much as he used to. He doesn't tease me as much now. Where he once took care of me, I now take care… Read More