Despite some very difficult periods during our relationship, I never doubted that Jim loved me unconditionally. That was evident when I faced yet another cancer scare a few years ago. Although the pathology was not nearly as serious as my previous medical diagnoses, I was devastated by the extent of the surgery for basal cell carcinoma with a long trail of stitches working their way along the length of my nose. I worried about the scarring; and the healing process took longer than I care to remember. But Jim was unfailing with his love and support, reminding me, that in his eyes, I was still beautiful.

Even as I aged, Jim never found fault with my looks. With such devotion and loyalty, how could I have left Jim when he wasn’t well? Certainly not when he wasn’t aware that he was ill, and under no circumstances when he was always compliant with his meds.