Poised at the abyss: A wife faces her neurologist husband’s brain cancer
My husband, Mark, called me at my practice. “I’ve been working on something; I need you to come home now.” He spoke definitively, urgently. “Is it the kids?” I was instinctively anxious. “No, not the kids, just come home now.”
6 p.m., a cool evening, an ordinary day. The life before the fact. And then life afterward, irrevocably and catastrophically changed.
A tense ride home, then the revelation. “I’ve been having difficulty …
