My Wife Died of Lung Cancer
aside | Published on October 1, 2016 by Michelle Wirth
I’m waiting for her to come home so I can go to bed.
Today I emptied the dishwasher, took the dogs to the park, went grocery shopping, did a load of laundry, took over the kitchen table to do a few hours of legal research for a friend. It could have been any day from 2010, 2011, 2012.
But this time of the year in 2014, we did not know that we were two weeks away from the chemo treatment that would cause neuralgia and the beginning of a quick end, a nightmare from mid-October to mid-January. And whether I’m awake or asleep I’m living that nightmare, except for the times I forget and I’m doing what I’m doing, waiting for her to come home.
This keeps being impossible.