I Devoted Myself to My Husband During His Cancer Battle—After He Passed, His Children Left Me With Nothing
I met Elias when I was 39. He was 52—gentle, wise, and steady in a way that made the world feel less chaotic. We married a year later, and I fell for him deeper than I ever thought possible. Then came the diagnosis. Stage 4 pancreatic cancer. Fast, brutal, unforgiving. For two years, I cared…