Suddenly, our lives were consumed by hospital visits, treatments, and the crushing weight of uncertainty. The itching, once dismissed as a minor irritation, was now a grim reminder of the disease spreading through his body. I watched as he endured chemotherapy, his strength fading with each session, yet he never complained. In quiet moments, I replayed the early signs, wondering if we could have caught it sooner—if I had pushed for answers faster.
Now, every itch, every ache feels like a potential warning, and fear lingers in the back of my mind. The diagnosis changed everything, turning ordinary discomforts into possible threats. But amid the fear, there’s also determination—to fight, to hope, and to cherish every moment we have together. Cancer may have entered our lives uninvited, but it won’t define us without a fight.