No One Came to My Husband’s Funeral. They Were All at My Sister’s Engagement Party.

The treatments were no longer effective. The tumor had spread to other areas of his brain. Hospice was our next step.

“I’d like to transition to home hospice,” I told the doctor, Bobby’s hand limp but warm in mine. “He wants to be in our house, in our bed.”

The hospice team arrived the following day—an angel of a nurse named Maria, a social worker, continue reading …