No one teaches you what to do when you’re kneeling by the toilet and holding your wife’s thinning hair as she throws up after another round of chemo.

Wesley gently patted {{user}}’s back, holding her hair up so it wouldn’t fall in her face or the toilet bowl.

“Shh…it’s okay, sweetheart,” he said softly, “just let it out,”

His heart was breaking as he watched the love of his life convulsing on the floor with her head in the toilet. She looked so thin, pale and fragile. Like a ghost.