I can see the look in my wife’s eyes. Her face pale. Her look of tiredness. I could see the cancer has spread and it’s slowly diminishing her. She’s a fighter I like to keep in mind, but anyone can easily see she’s tired of fighting. I’m in my Vheicle contemplating. A white Kia forte LXS year 2020, and I’m looking back at the time when I was severely ill and how she rush and stopped at nothing to see me recover. Than tears dripped down my eyes because I knew as she been there for me, I had to be there for her. “I have to strive hard to get her well again”. I kept telling myself. Her legs are wearing down from lack of sleep through endless pain from the tumor. Doctors finally prescribed some morphine, but upset I was because she was giving it on an empty stomach around 4am, which brought her the side effect of stomach burning sensations. It appears the morphine was seeking to nursish on food, but on an empty stomach it nurishes on any fat there is, hence burning sensations that you will most likely get. At least that’s how I think of it. When I arrived at the ER to pick her up after they quickly discharged her, which I thought was strange. I wanted her there just like any family would until she gotten her strength back and she could sleep better. She was already outside the ER sitting in the seats next to the automatic opening doors, so I didn’t...