Cross your fingers!

Tomorrow's a big day for yours truly.

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Maura's husband died on December 13th, last year. She's got two kids, about my kids' ages; she's younger than I. So was her husband, who ended up with a football-sized helping of cancer in his liver and died about a year after diagnosis. She tells me her life had been so unhappy for years before she met Adam. "He was my soulmate. I know it's corny, but it's true." She told him that there had to be some cosmic payback for the kind of love they had, and he agreed. He died on their tenth anniversary. She's not uncomfortable crying. She cries a lot, you can tell.

Peggy's husband died nine years ago. Four years before then she'd noticed a new mole on his forehead that turned out to be melanoma. The docs dug it out, removed a few lymph nodes, irradiated him, and pronounced him out of the woods. They married and had two kids. When the eldest was 3, the cancer came back with a vengeance and he was dead in 3 months.

There are struggles, and then there are struggles. Hug your beloveds, today, right now.