After cancer took my husband, I was left with crushing debt, a little daughter, and the terrifying possibility of homelessness.
Marriage
touch after leaving the foster system.
Not long afterward, we went on our first date.
Three months later, we were married.
Marriage
Our life wasn’t glamorous.
I worked as a store clerk, while Tom worked as a mechanic.
But we had food on the table, a warm bed, and—most importantly—each other.
Then our daughter, Emily, was born.
For the first time, I believed our little family might finally be safe.
One morning, I looked at Tom and smiled.
“It feels like I’m dreaming. One wrong move, and I’ll wake up without you.”
A month later, I woke up to the worst nightmare of my life.
The doctor adjusted his glasses and quietly said,
“Your husband has cancer. It’s very aggressive.”
Everything went silent.
