For eleven months, I organized my entire life around keeping my husband alive.
I worked nights, took extra shifts, drove him to appointments, managed his medication, and learned how to survive on almost no sleep. So when his doctor finally gave us the news we had been praying for, I believed the worst was behind us.
I was wrong.
“Say it again.”
Dr. Kahn smiled from across his desk.
“The scans show no evidence of disease, Alicia.”
I shook my head.
“No. The other part.”
He understood immediately.
“At this
