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I Have Cancer Too!

 I don't physically have cancer. My husband has cancer. 

I also have the denial. 

I have the anger. So much anger. 

I am scared. He will suffer so much.

I am scared that he will make the decision for no aggressive treatment. He actually told me that he didn't want it.

I cry. I cry alone away from him. I have to have a brave face for him.

I take his anger as if  I deserve it. 

I want to scream.

I don't want us to be on this path.

Is anybody listening?

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