How does a husband tell a wife the cancer has come back a third time?
I was sitting in my hospital bed, my husband walks in with his unwaivering look of fierce protection, he pulls the chair in close to me and holds my hand. I close my eyes. I know what he’s going to say, I squeeze his hand tighter. As I watch the tears fill his eyes, I think of my baby, my little fairy who’s spent most of her six years with a sick mum. I’m too scared to open my eyes because then I know it’s real. It’s happening again. The brave man tells me it’s going to be OK and I believe him.
