By Kimberly Hanks
That night, in bed, after my husband had fallen asleep, I was crying as usual–terrified and unable to sleep. . .I literally felt like I couldn’t breathe.
As I trembled all over, I tapped Dwayne’s back and said, “Dwayne, you have to wake up. Please, wake up.”
He sleepily turned over, and mumbled, “What’s the matter?”
I was crying so hard, I’m sure he could barely understand me as I said, “I don’t want to die.”
He said, “You’re not going to die. Why are you so afraid? The doctors haven’t told you that you’re dying. You’re just sick. Why are you so scared?”