As I watched Alex lay on the bed, I felt a well of anger rise up inside me. "This is all his fault," I thought to myself . "If Andre hadn't come into our lives, everything would be fine. We would have our perfect, peace , and my life would be on track. But now everything was in disarray, and I couldn’t help but feel like it's all because of him." I struggled to push down my anger, but it was a difficult task. I had never felt so angry and hurt before.
Alex’s recovery was slow and painful. He underwent several surgeries and rounds of chemotherapy, and the side effects were difficult to bear. He lost his hair, his energy, and his appetite. But through it all, he never lost his spirit. He was determined to fight for himself and for me, and to come out on the other side a stronger person. Ev
