The house had never felt as quiet as it did the morning a doctor told me my
husband was dying.
For 15 years, Owen and I had built a life I believed could survive anything. We
had 2 children, Ruby, 12, and Miles, 9, a comfortable home, and the kind of
marriage people described as steady.
Then Dr. Patel pointed to the scans on the wall.
“The cancer has spread to his liver and lungs,” she said gently. “Treatment may
ease some symptoms, but it will not cure him.”