When the car slowed down unexpectedly, I looked over. Diana was having a seizure. Our relationship was going through a tough time, but when she was diagnosed with brain cancer, we learned to love each other once again. I worked with hospice and our physicians to do everything that was best for her, and after she died, those of us left behind had to heal. I wrote this book, and it allowed me to move on with my life, something I am sure she would have wanted. Actually, this is the book I wish I had had at the time, and hopefully it will help others who are facing the same things.
