My wife finished her treatment for breast cancer less than three months ago. One night, after a week of severe lethargy, she displayed signs of a stroke. I took her to the hospital where she had a CT scan and we were told it wasn't a stroke. The cancer was back and she has three tumours on her ɓrain. It's incurable and the prognosis is a year. She is only going to be able to live normally for a short time before it takes effect and stops her mobility and coordination. I want to take her on a last holiday with all three of our daughters, their partners and our two grandkids.
My wife and I met nineteen years ago in May, we won't share a twentieth.