On April 10th, 2015, with a voice breaking for only the second time in over twenty years, my sweet, strong, brave husband informed me he had cancer. It was bad. From that moment on, every piece of news we received was worse than the time before.
Ben died nine short months later, on January 13, 2016, leaving myself and our three teenagers to negotiate life without him.
We started this blog together as a means of keeping our family updated on Ben's "road to recovery." Ha. Now this blog is helping me negotiate the shit storm and aftermath of losing a great man. This is an honest account of our lives. Not much is held back. Maybe somewhere in this mess of writings, another person will read something they find helpful.