I had no idea what was going on with my husband when I found out he had been diagnosed with colon cancer in 2010.
He had been at the hospital for two months.
After his surgery, I thought he would be fine.
But a year and a half later, his doctors discovered colon cancer.
After I had a CT scan and underwent chemo treatments, I was diagnosed with a rare form of colorectal cancer called HER2.
It was the first time I had been told that my husband had it.
I was told I had about 10 years to live.
He was in intensive care and was still in intensive treatment.
I cried and begged him to come home.
But I was also terrified.
I had always thought it was a cancer that only came from women, that women have to carry it, that it was passed down from one generation to the next.
I would never have guessed that I would one day be fighting for the lives of my husband and my family.
But now that I have the news that I am battling this rare form, I want my husband to be able to enjoy the comfort and privacy he has been missing for the past two years.
The fact that I was a woman in my late 20s was something I was really struggling with.
But my husband did not have to fight this battle alone.
His family, friends and fellow patients had their own struggles.
I never felt comfortable talking about it with my mother, because she did not want to know what it was like to be pregnant with a child who would never see her.
But she told me how hard it was to deal with my son’s diagnosis.
And as I got older, I started to get the idea that I did not deserve my husband’s survival.
I started thinking about how many men who died of cancer faced the same situation.
And when I finally had to tell my mother about my diagnosis, I began to cry.
We were all in shock and sadness.
I started seeing my mother again, and I began talking about my struggles with my father and brother, and my husband with my brothers-in-law.
I told them about the fact that my son had been fighting for his life, and how my husband was fighting for theirs.
They were supportive and encouraging, and when I told my mother what had happened to me, she was able to talk about how her husband had made it.
The most important thing I could say was that I loved my husband.
My mother said that I should have stayed at home.
I said that that was not right.
I could not be with my daughter in a foreign country and be on my own.
I just wanted to go home.
But they said I had to stay at home, that I needed to stay with my parents, that my dad was ill and needed me.
I knew that this was not true, but I had not spoken about it in front of them.
I did everything I could to get them to understand that I had lost my mind.
So my mother said, “You have to stay.
This is not right.”
My parents were not in a position to say, “No, you have to leave.
This does not need to happen.”
My husband’s family was the only family that did not support me, so I had little choice.
I spent most of my time at home crying and begging my parents to stay in the country.
I called a few times a month to tell them, but they told me to just stay there.
I still had my doubts about my future.
But at the same time, I wanted to give my parents the chance to say goodbye to me.
They never did.
They never told me they were leaving.
So I left my home, my house, my job and my home.
It took me six months to find my way back to my family in Canada, where I was finally reunited with my children.
I am proud of the work my husband has done for my family, but he also has had a great deal of difficulty.
He did not get along with my family at first, and he did not like talking to me or even talking to his mother.
He also had difficulty communicating with his wife, and so he had to learn how to say my name on the phone.
But in the end, I am so grateful for him, because I could never have imagined that it would be this hard to find peace with my own family.
What my family has taught me is that if you are not ready to talk to your family, you do not need them.
You need them to listen to you.
And so you need to be there for them, even if you do have to go somewhere else to talk.