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I'm 25, I'm engaged and my fiance has cancer.
It’s terminal. There is nothing more that can be done other than making her comfortable and waiting for her to die.
That is not an easy thing to bring myself to say. Every time I tell someone this my heart feels like it’s going to burst through my chest. So far it has not, so I carry on and I try to be there for her.
I’m also an atheist and a skeptic, as such there are few direct resources for helping me deal with the impending loss. Hopefully I will have the energy to continue to document my journey. Perhaps others may even find this useful.
