I CARED FOR MY HUSBAND THROUGH CANCER—WHEN HE D-IED, HIS KIDS THREW ME ON THE STREET
When I was 39, I met Elias. He was 52, charming, thoughtful—the kind of man who made you feel safe just by standing next to him. We married a year later, and I loved him in ways I didn’t even know love could stretch.Then he got sick. Stage 4 pancreatic cancer. For two years, I…