No luck, no breaks

My wife was diagnosed with terminal cancer.
6 months, at most, prognosis.

She came home on the 4th.  Didn't eat much. Was drinking okay.
Her birthday came on the 5th.
on the 8th, she actually ATE.  I had hope.

9th, not much, 10th, less.  11-14....No signs of improvement, and straight downhill.

Each day, each time I wanted to do anything for her, it was, "Not now."  That's been the story of my life.

Early morning, just before 1 AM.  Not doing well...
I cry out "NOT TODAY!  NOT TODAY, DEATH, YOU BASTARD!"
5 AM... not well, cold, in a lot of pain.  6 AM, calm.
8:15, I check in, tell her I love her...Then go to set up a GOFUNDME account for final expenses
It's going to be needed.
At 8:40 -- she's gone.

Death's a bastard.  It hurts.  I'm now alone in a strange state, a strange city, few neighbors and fewer friends in the area.

There is nothing for me, here...except a house that I'm still paying on.

There is little to do but mourn.

My GOFUNDME page for my wife's final expenses is here:  https://tinyurl.com/y5jr4dra
No need for a long 128 character link!
If you can't help financial, just share the link.  That will help.

Death's a bitch.  EVERYTHING'S A BITCH..
-- Life's bitch-  then you die.
TRUTH...  AS I SEE IT