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Continue reading →: Chapter 5: RecoverySometimes, I scream uncontrollably on the inside at the thought of my husband going through all this.
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Continue reading →: Chapter 6: Tumour RemovalAs we drove out of Old Bar, Bren turned to me and said, “Good thing you didn’t check Facebook this morning!” Curious, I asked why.
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Continue reading →: Chapter 7: Clear MarginsBren placed his surfboard on the sand and carefully sat beside me, laughing as he watched the kids narrowly avoid crashing into each other in the surf. “Are you OK?” I asked, noticing him adjusting his titanium-reinforced leg, grimacing as he did.
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Continue reading →: Chapter 8: ReoccurrenceI knew by the look on his face that we were about to step onto the cancer rollercoaster again. He closed his eyes in a slow, determined blink, the kind of blink you take when you see something you don’t want to see.
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Continue reading →: Chapter 9: Family and FriendsThere was a great clatter of doors opening and excited chatter about the wedding as the kids all got out of the van, and then Tyra and Baden saw their dad and ran to him, yelling, “Dad, Daddy!” as they wrapped themselves around him. Of course, there were tears.
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Continue reading →: Chapter 10: #teambrendanmI can’t imagine what he’s going through; I have no point of reference or idea. Thinking I do would be an insult to him. I don’t want this to be Bren’s life. It is.
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Continue reading →: Chapter 11: Saying Goodbye is HardI kissed him twice, passionately, and he kissed me back as hard as he could.
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Continue reading →: Chapter 12: Somewhere Over the RainbowI could hear a gut-wrenching, blood-curdling scream, and it took me just a second to realise that noise was coming from me. He was gone.
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Continue reading →: EpilogueVenice is everything I remembered her to be. I am sitting on the porte d’acqua platform of our hotel, All’ Angelo. According to our new friend and the hotel bar manager, Kateryna, one of the York princesses stayed here last month; it’s a beautiful hotel.
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Continue reading →: Love, Unbroken – WhispersThere was never going to be enough time to remind my husband of all the wonderful memories we shared in our 22 years together on the day he left us.
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