As we navigated the new challenges of his health, I found myself assuming roles I never wished for—nurse, caretaker, and financial manager. Our life was a whirlwind of hospital visits, medical bills, and dietary restrictions. Despite the difficulties, my husband remained the kind and gentle man I always knew, never letting his spirits dampen. But the stress was palpable, and I worried incessantly about his well-being.
One day, during a particularly tough period, his younger brother, the one who had once strayed into a life of crime, stepped forward to lend a hand. He offered to donate blood, which was crucial for one of my husband’s ongoing treatments. We were wary initially, given the past, but desperation often forces you into choices you’d never consider otherwise.
