Living with the knowledge that someone you love has cancer is like living with a sharp blade pressed against your throat.
You live with the unsettling feeling of cold steel constantly pressed against your skin
You live with the pain of the knife scraping the outer layers of your skin carving out what is, for now, a shallow wound
You do not move too abruptly, you do not breathe too deeply, you do not think too much, lest the knife slip and cut you
You live with the fear that the blade will at any given second cut through your throat and maim you
You live wondering just how much it will hurt when that knife finally cuts through
Living with someone you love who has cancer is like living the few moments before watching someone get shot, over and over and over....
It is entirely and consistently devastating.