Hubby and I were talking about things last night when we went to bed.
Obviously what outsiders see could be what we want them to rather than how things really are, but that’s not our way……….. with our friends or each other.
I read a book many years ago about a woman who had a double mastectomy and her husband tried to deal with it but couldn’t, so they divorced.
She got to know a younger man whose sister had cancer, so he was used to the side effects of chemo, radiotherapy and meds, and nothing phased him. They developed a relationship and things were progressing along nicely until she came to realise that although he loved her in his own way, he was trying to make amends for not being able to save his sister who had died less than a year after her diagnosis and treatment.
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