When cancer smells like love

Washcloth uselessly in hand, I turn to my husband, who waits patiently. I don’t want to need help. Yet I am humbled by the intimacy of this moment, by my husband’s tenderness. View original article Contributor: Catherine Moseley Clark

When cancer smells like love

Washcloth uselessly in hand, I turn to my husband, who waits patiently. I don’t want to need help. Yet I am humbled by the intimacy of this moment, by my husband’s tenderness. View original article Contributor: Catherine Moseley Clark