My husband Bill, was diagnosed with cancer(癌症）.Over the course of seven months, he went from beating me silly at tennis to needing my help to go to the bathroom.
It was the best seven months of my life. Maybe I don't1 mean that, but it was certainly the time when I felt most alive. I had become a respected professor, and a responsible wife. During those seven months, I came to understand that nothing would2 more than what I had done to my husband.
When I couldn't sleep at night, I prayed(析祷）to God. Then I began praying it daily even if I had no difficulty sleeping, which 3.my breathing and calmed my mind.
During his last week, a relative visited I noticed that she'd changed her appearance, but in a funny way. It was the kind of 4 I kept to myself. After she left .Bill voiced exactly what I'd been thinking, in that truthful way he bad and I found myself laughing out in my heart.
I could live with this man, even needing as much care as he does, for the next 40 years, I thought. 5,he would be dead very soon. I will never again have that high a purpose in my life. I will try to be a little less unhappy, and a little more 6for the small moments in life .I am a better person for caring for Bill. It was his last, best gift to me.
