My mother-in-law made me sleep on the floor of the garage after my husband's death – she didn't expect to beg me to help her a month later

Judith suddenly expired and passed one hand over his face.

"My God, I'm going to eat so much damn soup, isn't it? ”

I sniffed.

"Oh, absolutely. Soup, herbal tea, all the nutritious foods you've never wanted to touch before. ”

She made a grimace.

"Can't you pretend that wine is medicinal?" ”

I laughed, and to my surprise, Judith laughed too.

It wasn't perfect. It was not easy. But at that moment, I knew we were going to get by.

Because despite everything, we were a family.

After that, I took Judith to all possible medical appointments. I wanted to go back to work, but I thought it was more important at the moment.

We had the money that James had left behind, and we would use it until I got back to work.

The doctor's office smelled the sterile, the powerful antiseptic. Judith was sitting next to me, with his hands crossed on his knees, his joints white as bone.

Dr. Patel, a caring-eyes-age man in his fifties of fifty, fitted his glasses and laminated Judith's file.

“The biopsy confirms that this is stage three,” he says softly. “We need to start treatment as soon as possible. Chimio, radiotherapy ... It won't be easy, but it's still treatable. ”

Judith nodded with stiffness, as if the diagnosis had not just put a clock on his life.

I took a look at her, waiting for her to say something. She said nothing.

"Will she need surgery? I asked, to fill the silence.

The doctor gave a little nod.

"One day or another, yes. But first, we focus on narrowing the tumor. The road will be long. ”

"I know," said Judith, letting a breath escape.

It was the first time I saw her look small.

"Do you have a support system?" A family that can help you? He asked.

Judith hesitated.

"She has us," I said, with her voice. "She won't go through this ordeal alone. ”

I reached out my hand and covered his hand with mine. Judith's fingers shuddered under my own, as if she was not used to being held.

"Well, it makes all the difference," said the doctor, smiling.

Judith did not speak all the way home. But when we stopped in the aisle, it expired trembling.

"Thank you, April. Thank you for being wonderful. ”

"We're going to get by," I said.

For the first time, she nodded as if she believed me.

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