In April my ex-husband passed away after a very short battle with cancer. It’s an unusual expression – to ‘battle’ with cancer. There was no battle. The cancer was cunning. It arrived unannounced and spread its evil through his body without fanfare. By the time he was aware that he was under attack, it was too late. It was short and brutal and devastating. He was only 54 and he has left behind our three beautiful, very young adult children to try to come to terms with a chasmal loss that they don’t yet fully appreciate.Life is too short.
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