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Banishing Cancer from the Bedroom
From Chicken Soup for the Caregiver’s Soul
By Peggy Eastman
Life is a flower for which love is the honey.
~Victor Hugo
“It’s like an elephant in the bedroom,” my husband, Rudy, said of his advanced prostate cancer. “We can’t get rid of it.”
“Yes we can,” I said, with a bravado I didn’t feel. “Let’s make a pact. We won’t let this cancer consume us. You’re still Rudy, my loving husband,” not Rudy the cancer patient, I thought. But how do we kick the intrusive cancer elephant out of the bedroom? Months of fatigue weighed heavily on my shoulders, dragging me down. Sometimes I felt so exhausted I could hardly move my feet.
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