Struggling on the inside

I can't help but think about the future. How bad will it get? How much will he suffer?

I hate what this cancer is doing to my husband. He feels crappy. He's unable to get comfortable. He has almost no appetite. He walks slowly to minimize the shortness of breath. It breaks my heart to see him so thin and frail. I wish there was more I could do for him.

Dennis doesn't say much, but I can see a sadness in his eyes. Haylee doesn't talk much about her dad's health because it makes her sad and she doesn't want to cry. I'm strong on the outside, but...

We're all struggling on the inside.