Coming down from taking care of someone with cancer is like an addict going cold turkey. Every day I took care of Dan, we followed the same unbearable routine; the last weeks were especially traumatic for me. It’s been three years since his death, and I think I am slowly emerging from PSTD. It has been difficult to assimilate back into society. I feel that only a few select people understand what I experienced as a caregiver not only for my husband of 25 years, but also for our son who has autism.
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