What living with food intolerance taught me about dependence

What living with food intolerance taught me about dependence

For the last eight months, I haven’t had a job. But my husband continues to do his share of the housework. We don’t have a schedule or count pennies. I do some cooking and most of the laundry when I’m feeling well; when I’m not, I stay in bed and become depressed and...
I was my husband’s caregiver as he was dying of cancer. It was the best seven months of my life.

I was my husband’s caregiver as he was dying of cancer. It was the best seven months of my life.

Ten years ago this month, my world as I knew it ended. My husband of 19 years, the father of my two sons, was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Over the course of seven months, Bill went from beating me silly on the tennis court to needing my help to go to the bathroom...