I CARED FOR MY HUSBAND THROUGH CANCER—WHEN HE DIED, HIS KIDS THREW ME ON THE STREET
I met Elias when I was 39. He was 52, charming, thoughtful—the kind of man who made you feel safe just by standing next to him. We married a year later, and I loved him in ways I didn’t even know love could stretch. Then he got sick. Stage 4 pancreatic cancer. The kind that…