Why?

Today was the first day that I felt a twinge of jealousy. Everyone is out and about doing all the things that summer brings: vacations, beaches, traveling…living their lives to the fullest. And I spent my day holding my husband’s hand and holding his access to stop the bleeding simultaneously, as he regurgitated the remnants of the last meal he had 3 days ago. I am fighting to help him live and feeling like I am holding my last breath. Holding OUR lives in my hands.

Why are we fighting to live, when we’re just living to die???