It's been 2 years and 8 months sense I sat next to my husbands bed caring for him until he passed away in our home from lung cancer. Now here I am again, I sit next to my Dad's bed in the same room in my house caring for him. He has leukemia and will not be with me much longer. I wouldn't want it any other way because I love them both with all of my heart. But some days I really wonder how much emotional turmoil one mind can take before it breaks. Sense I lost my husband my Dad has been the only man I've been able to depend on, to trust, to turn to. Now I wonder how I'll make it on my own, no one to lean on when times get tough,no one to teach me repairs or talk to when I need advice. He helped me through the worst time of my life and I have no idea how I'm going to now say goodbye to him. All my days are filled with tears, not only for Dad but still for KC my wonderful husband. If God is testing me to see just how strong I am I sure hope he see's I can't take much more. I'm finding it harder and harder to still believe, but I talk to KC in hopes he will be able to help Dad when I no longer can. Love and miss you Honey, please help me when I need ya most!