As the primary caregiver for my husband, battling stage 4 cancer, I often felt like I was on a relentless merry-go-round. Each day began with an emotional toll that was hard to bear, filled with doctor appointments, medication schedules, and the heart-wrenching reality of watching someone I love fight for his life. One particularly exhausting evening, I found myself sitting in my car, tears streaming down my face, feeling utterly overwhelmed.



