One of my wedding godmothers was diagnose of breast cancer a few years shortly after my hubby and I tied the knot. She bravely battled it for many years, went to a surgery , chemotherapy and lived through it. Unfortunately, she got another attack in the other breast and wasn’t able to survive the battle. She died when I wasn’t here.
The only story I remembered that when she was dying, her husband hold her tightly and said, “Don’t worry my love, I am here and I love you very much.” It’s been almost two years and his husband is still single but has stopped pursuing their dream home.
Cancer is really a tragic matter. I can’t bear such pain if ever it will happen among my family members.