I can't do this. This was not supposed to happen. He was only 38. WTF am I supposed to do now? We were supposed to grow old together. Persephone was supposed to grow up with her parents. I sleep on his side of the bed so I won't look over expecting to see him.
Fucking terrible. His chances of survival are, statistically, slim. But he's young and ready to fight. He's qualified for a drug study and will get into more if this one doesn't work out. I cannot and will not live without my husband. His folks are coming tomorrow. He's going to explain it all to them then. He was crying today thinking about it.