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- Naked Beneath
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Click hereI'm not emotional. I was raised in the 'only girls and sissies cry' mold, but I'll be damned if I wasn't choking up. But I swallowed the tears back so I could get a few steps in front of her and-blackmail material for anyone who knows me because I am big and tough you know-sang that stupid song with the rest of the nurses.
My wife walked up to me with a look of not just joy and adoration on her face, but determination. Her beautiful green eyes-the ones that had caught my eye from across a crowded bar fifteen years ago-had that fire in them she was known for. She put her hands on my shoulders, using me to keep her upright and said, "Baby, we are so going to be home for Christmas."
The next morning at five am when I came back to her room doctor 'house' was being told by the night doctor how my wife had walked and how the nurses had done it. This guy, the best of the best, the top dog in a hospital full of the best in their fields, got up and proceeded to run, yes run around the ICU high fiving every nurse there.
When they transferred my wife to a regular wing, we walked the length of the hallway with me behind her with the chair. The day nurses were as good as the night nurses, cheering her on, hugging her wishing us well.
The head nurse pulled me aside and said in my ear, "You may not think you had anything to do with this, but you did, she did this for you, she did this because of you. You share the same heart, never forget that." I agreed but left out the share was 90/10 in my wife's favor, don't you forget, I'm tough....
My wife continued to improve, mobility was difficult, but she could get around the room with walker and they felt she was ready to go home. On December Twenty third they sent us on our way with the walker, a wheel chair which they said she may need for the first few weeks and a lot of well wishes-and serious pain meds for the ride.
We couldn't get out until noon which put us in a position to hit every bit of traffic along the way and adding to that was the fact it was two days until Christmas. My wife was in a lot of pain; sitting was hard on her leg and leaning back in the seat pulled on the small incisions from the operation.
Even with the pills she was in rough shape and after three hours of listening to her moan and wince in pain I suggested we stop at a motel and leave early the next morning. She looked at me and shook her head, "I'm spending tonight in our bed, next to my husband." She gave me a tired smile, "Get me home, baby."
Easier said than done; they had predicted heavy rains and they started when we were still on the Jersey Turnpike. Between the rain and traffic we were at a crawl and I had slept like shit for weeks. I was tired and my nerves were shot. I thought of asking her again about stopping, but she was in bit of a daze by then, between pain and the pain meds she wasn't quite lucid and all I got was another, get me home.
So I stopped for gas and a couple of cups of the strongest nastiest coffee I could find and said, Okay, let's go home. Normal drive time was eight hours. Eight hours into this trip saw me on the George Washington bridge and five o'clock traffic.
My eyes were burning and my knuckles white on the wheel. Next to me my wife was in a half sleep half stupor moaning in pain which did nothing to settle my nerves. We cleared the bridge and had an hour of smooth sailing before getting near Connecticut which according to the local news was dead stop most of the way through.
I began to think in terms of common sense and safety. I was too tired for this and no matter what she said I was going to need to stop. Which is when a kind of stupid, no, I'll admit petty thing happened that gave me a second wind.
We had to stop for her to use the bathroom. It was a driving rain and I had to stand in it while I put the wheelchair together and I was drenched by the time I got her out of the car. She had an umbrella for her, but it didn't really cover me, but that was fine, if anything the rain woke me up.
I wheeled her up the ramp and to the doors which for some reason were not automatic. It was then I got a very good lesson in class and looks can be deceiving. A man had pulled up in a brand new Bentley and was hurrying to the door.
Expensive suit, snotty look on his face, mister money himself. He reached it just before us and opened it to get through and then just let it go in our faces.
The door hit the edge of the wheelchair causing her some pain. The guy looked back and with a half ass grin said, "Sorry didn't see you." and kept walking. The first thing she did was say "Don't do anything stupid!"
But now I'm trying to figure out how to hold a door open and get her through with one hand. At that moment two young men who looked as if they were trying to look like stereotyped gang bangers came over. The baggy pants, the gang tats up and on their arms and necks. Wearing t-shirts although it was mid-winter.
One of them yells hold on and grabs the door and the other grabbed the front of her chair to help me get it over the bump, "There you go ma'am." Total respect from someone who looked like nothing but trouble.
I thanked them and took my wife to the bathroom where she had to use the walker to get in. A woman was passing by dressed in scrubs and seeing my wife struggle asked if she wanted a hand? She was a nurse at a local hospital and offered to help her in and wait for her.
Still an unbeliever I had to admit we were running into some good people. As I waited for her Mister Bentley showed up hurrying along the store with a tray containing three coffees. As he approached I heard my wife saying not to be stupid, but hey, if I always listened, I wouldn't be me.
As he passed me I did the right thing, the mature thing.
I stuck my foot out and tripped him.
Right down in a big splash coffee everywhere, especially all over his nice suit. He jumped up and looked at me and with a smile I said...say it with me now "Sorry, I didn't see you."
He muttered something I am sure was derogatory, but didn't catch it, instead my attention was drawn to the two 'thugs' who had helped us in the door, both of them laughing and giving me a thumbs up.
Naked pettiness, what can I say? We all can't be perfect.
As bizarre as it sounded that gave me a second wind, I felt pretty damn good watching mister class fuss over his stained suit. When my wife came out and the woman helped me settle her back into her chair, she caught site of an employee cleaning the coffee and mister manners standing there in line with another tray of coffees in his stained shirt.
"You were stupid, weren't you?" She asked.
"Yup," I never lie to my wife. "That's why you need to be around, to save me from me."
As I pushed her out of the store she looked back again at the asshole and actually waved at him and said, "Okay, you're off the hook, he deserved it." Who says I haven't rubbed off on her?
The rest of the ride was tedious, three hours to get through Connecticut, an eight hour drive turned into twelve and counting. Despite my little rush of excitement acting like a spiteful child the exhaustion had returned and my eyes were struggling to stay open. Again safety crossed my mind. My wife was saved from cancer and that sure as hell wasn't so she could get hurt in a car accident.
But she was back in her stupor and every once in a while would just moan the word home. Just as she could use a cell phone in her delirium, the woman could wield Italian guilt while semi conscious.
I kept driving, one mile at a time, an exit at a time. Just drive you stubborn sob, just drive. This I could handle, no emotion required just a test of will. Nothing compared to what we'd gone through down there.
I think I made the rest of the drive on autopilot. I recalled seeing a sign saying Providence exit fifty miles and thinking, jeez in this mess that's another hour at least. Next thing I knew I was cruising up our driveway. Not sure how I got there, but was grateful I'd arrived.
Being spiritual my wife loves the Carrie Underwood song Jesus Take the Wheel. My sarcastic reply was always if he's driving, I'm bailing out of the car, because that blind faith stuff is not for me. But something got me home, the divine, the not so divine, or subconscious willpower, we were home.
It was still pouring and I didn't feel like playing with the wheelchair and my wife was too tired and out of it for the walker, so I had her hold the umbrella and carried her into the house. I made a lame joke about carrying her across the threshold for our honeymoon and she responded, "This is a new start, a whole new beginning."
When we entered the dogs-that my neighbor was walking and feeding-came running. They're German Shepherds, both in the hundred pound range and had either one jumped on us I was going down.
But dogs sense things and both stopped in front of us and simply nuzzled my wife as I sat her in her recliner. I said she should sleep downstairs because she was too tired to make it up the long flight of stairs. She looked up at me and said no, she wanted to be in our bed. This would all be over when we were in bed together.
I looked at the long flight of stairs and took a deep breath. I could do this. I picked her up and when we went up the first step I felt my knees shaking. I'm in good shape, not the muscle bound type, but everything I have is where it should be and I have a lot of stamina. But this was after three weeks of barely sleeping, eating like crap and after a fifteen hour drive.
Think safe I thought, put her down in the chair, let her bitch, we were home. As I stood there leaning against the wall debating, one of our dogs ran past me and went to the top step where he turned around and barked. The other took the first step and stayed behind me as if he was going to watch my back.
Dogs. I tell people all the time how much better they are than humans. A dog could occasionally shit on your floor, but never on you. I stared at Max who was barking again, thinking, I'm being egged on by a damn dog. But behind him I swore I saw a shadow and knew who it was; my friend, the Skeletor pitcher.
Time to rush the mound.
I dug in and one step at a time made it up the stairs. The entire time Max barked his encouragement and behind me, Rocky only moved one step at a time, never trying to pass, but occasionally bumping my leg with his head as if saying, "Let's go."
My wife always said the best thing about dogs is not only their loyalty, but they are pure love. There is an expression that says a dog loves their owner more than themselves. As strange as it sounds I did feel that, I felt these two furry members of my family knew the game being played and were trying to help.
Each step my knees protested and my shoulders hurt, but it was one step closer. Just one more step. When I reached the top and turned into the bedroom I imagined looking that prick pitcher in the eye and whispered, "Fuck you, we're home."
I lay my wife down on the bed and watched the dogs. They are never allowed to sleep in our bedroom. I'm the only animal allowed there, but when I said, 'go downstairs' they looked at me, looked at my wife and each lay down on the floor beside her. The message was clear, I wasn't the only 'loyal doggie' and it was their turn to stand watch.
I crawled into the bed and lay next to my wife. The first time we had slept in the same bed in close to a month. We held hands and she was sleeping within seconds. I thought I would be as well, but I lay there thinking something was missing. I then realized what it was.
The fear was gone.
For the first time since May there was no clawing feeling in my stomach. There were no more surgeries looming, no more maybes. My wife was home, she was safe and she was cancer free. I closed my eyes and my last thought was a simple one, one that my wife used on a daily basis, but unfortunately few of us do.
Gratitude.
Two days later it was Christmas and we kept it small, just a few people coming over and all bringing some food. One of those visitors I daresay was my favorite. Earlier that year, my oldest daughter had given us a beautiful grandson.
When my daughter arrived at our house she didn't even stop to take her coat off, but immediately walked over to where my wife was sitting in her recliner and placed that baby in her arms. The entire time of this ordeal going back to May and even the time in Maryland I had never shed a tear, came close once or twice, but hey, us bad ass types do not cry.
Seeing her hold our grandson, a look of naked love on her face as he cooed away at her while she made silly faces, hit me hard. I slipped out onto the deck away from everyone and sitting down on the cold wood, let it go. Not just tears, but sobbing. Delayed reaction, I guess.
A few minutes later my sister came out on the deck. Aside from my wife no one knows me better than her and she simply sat next to me, put her arm around my shoulders and said, "You did good little brother."
After a few minutes of her sitting in silence as I got a grip on myself she smiled and said, "Tell you what, down the line when we talk about this and your wife is talking about how God got her through, I'm going to tell her that God might have helped you, but give the devil his due, because he got you home."
The next few weeks were on the tougher side as her leg was not working well. She had a lot of home nurses and therapy and I had to do everything for her. Dress her, put her shoes on, shower her. I had no complaints. I was glad to have her here to do it for.
One day she asked about her favorite nightshirt and I went and got it. I looked at that grinning bear and my first thought was "Goddamn stupid fucking shirt" as if it were the bear's fault. But as I stared at it, I began to see it another way.
That shirt represented a trying time, but it was one we pulled through and at one point the silly shirt was what helped her do that. I decided to see the shirt as a sign of hope and love not despair and pain.
So I helped her into it and watched her smile like the big kid she was, "Have a Beary merry Christmas, get it?" She asked me, like she always did, an inside joke because she knows I roll my eyes at it all the time.
But this time I got it, yes I did.
Several weeks later, about two months after her surgery I went up to bed to find her still awake, with some candles lit and waiting for me. She asked if I were ready to get 'reacquainted' with her. Hard to believe I hadn't thought about sex at all for all that time, but seeing she was offering I had no issues responding, after all I was there to serve, right?
Normally my wife and I indulge in shall we say literotica style sex. We are affectionate and loving in other ways, but sex is usually down and dirty. But she was physically limited and more importantly this felt like a first time of sorts. As she had said when I carried her into the house, a new beginning.
We made love, something I couldn't recall that we have ever done. But we were slow and sensual and the entire time I felt as if this was more than sex, but a celebration, a rekindling of life, the final sign of normalcy. We both climaxed and as I stay there, looking into her eyes as I softened inside her, we told each other I love you and she said, "Its officially over" meaning she was thinking as I was.
I said earlier that I never took my wife for granted. But we are busy people. We have jobs, hers more of a career than mine. We also have other endeavors, my writing and e-bay store and her writing and life coaching which she does from her home office or on the phone.
Most nights we would come home from work, eat then vanish into our respective offices. Then we would meet in the bedroom for a conjugal visit.
Not anymore. Now the rule is eight thirty we meet in the living room. We either watch TV, a movie or sometimes just sit and talk about what we're up to. Sometimes we watch some other things and get frisky, but regardless of what we do, we do it together and every night. Life is too short to bitch about editing and writing and clients and work.
That time comes and everything stops except us, we sit and enjoy each other's company, we hold hands and just experience us and how we feel about each other and we both love every second of it and us.
Naked Bliss.
That took place several months ago and my wife still has some issues with her leg, but is back to work and things are great. I realize there are far worse stories than ours. Many stories where people did not pull through. Not a day goes by I don't look at my wife and think about that and not a night goes by when we lay in bed together and I listen to her now normal peaceful breathing I think...
We are blessed.
Just don't tell my wife I used that word, okay?
Author's note: This story has been burning in me for a long time. Despite the great outcome I was still haunted by some of the memories and how things could have easily gone the other way. The theme of this contest inspired me to finally write it, to purge myself of some of those feelings and I want to thank you for allowing me to share it with you. I want to thank all the 'angels' as my wife calls them at the NIH and my family and friends for knowing I had to do this my way and letting me. Most of all I have to thank my wife, the person I was before I met her would have never gotten through that situation; I would have had no reason to. I hope this story inspires you to do as the wise Crosby Stills and Young implored us to do; "Love the one your with." Love them completely, love them without limits, show them that naked love I spoke of. Again thank you for reading. Lovecraft68
- COMMENTS
This story hits so close to home for many of us although I dare say that most stories do no end on such a high note. My ordeal lasted 11 months without the surgical interlude and the she slipped away, finally at peace, her ordeal over. I know of several other such stories and the only thing they all have in common is the pain, the despair and the helplessness.
It was hard for me to read this story with tears in my eyes the entire time!! Your wife is an incredible woman, and you are her rock!!
Thanks for sharing.broughtback memories and tears. 30 plus years ago my wife was diagnosed with MS. Yes ur world does come to a screeching halt! Lots of upside and downs. Good days and bad ones but the stubborn Norwegian she is she will not let it win or define her. God, she is courageous! Keeps plugging away everyday and refuses to give up.
I was much like U.
Who needs God. He never did anything EVER for me so why should I have anything to do with Him?
As U had a bunch of "angels" seemed to show up
constantly in our lives that just coincidences and we're unexplainable. Now I am a believer ------
R
A great love story! This was my second read, and it still touched my heart! Well Done
Wow… that’s abt all I can say.
Very powerful. Thanks for sharing it. Your devotion to your wife and her wellness is a beautiful thing.
Hell of a story Lovecraft.
Glad you both made it through & seemingly grew even closer.
Many thanks for the story, & hats off to you for having the ability to write something so very difficult & managing to make it so strong.
I can't believe you spent 4 pages on this horror story. I found it in Romance, but although I usually don't complain when people put stories in the wrong category, this was indeed a horror story. I know because I spent 11 months with my wife while she succumbed to cancer. Why subject us to this graphic description of a personal horror? There is no rating low enough to judge this piece of absolute garbage. 1* just to get my two cents in.
I worked at NIH, I know all the places you are talking about. The CRC is an amazing place. The family lodge is amazing. 95 going North is a nightmare everyday.
My God. My God. I'm not writing that religiously because, like you, I'm on the other team. But my God such a story! And on Literotica? I'm not a softy -- not too much anyway, though some of my own readers may disagree -- but I had to stop reading a few times. It's too good for here, and I'm glad you posted it.
I really feel for your wife and you. What a terrible experience! But love sometimes conquers all. Hope she continues to recover and get better. Thanks for sharing a different side of your life.
Your story reflects my own life in so many ways. I'm happy that theirs worked out for them both. I survived kidney cancer but our lives were changed. All those intimacies we had taken for granted were gone for a long time. To not only stay together but live through it together is the ultimate test of true love. One, I'm glad we survived together. Thank you. You did wonderfully.
Wonderful! Thanks so much for sharing this. I'm glad you were able to turn it into words.
4th time thru, better than ever! People are interesting, that a dude who writes incest stories for fun in his free time can be so....so...loving and authentic and good to others. I dont quite know what to make of that.
Is this actually someone's idea of ROMANCE? What a gruesome story. And completely unbelievable. Page after page of pain and personal horror. I know because I spent 11 months with someone who went through much of it before slipping away. Miracles don't happen and the pain is beyond belief. It does not belong in any category in Literotica and the author should be boiled in oil for writing it and Literotica should be whipped for publishing it. 1*
If this were a film I'd be a sobbing wreck the whole way through. I felt so anxious and was fighting back tears for most of it, having this constant fear like he did that something terrible was coming next. Thankfully it worked out in the end, though it was a tough journey. Truly inspiring stuff. Never take anyone in your life for granted, especially the ones you love. You never know when that next curveball is coming so make the most of it. Never be afraid to tell them you love them because you never know if you'll ever get another chance beyond that moment. <3
You are a stud. I am retired USMC infantry and I am not sure if I could have done that. I lost my wife of 35 years to endometrial cancer 6 years ago and I still can’t get over it. I hope you and your wife are doing well.
We are beginning the same difficulties. I hope that I have the same strength! I know that my beautiful wife does. I love her very much. This hits too close to home. I hope we have the same beautiful outcome.
Wonderful story and glad that you and your wife made it thru. Hope all is still well in your world and life. Be safe and best wishes.
Beautiful story of a difficult journey. I'm glad you found your spiritual voice. You are blessed indeed. Thanks for sharing such an intimate experience.
Tears of pain and joy brought to me by a genius author. If I ever win the lottery I want to buy the film rights for this story. I can't tell if it is fact or fiction and it does not matter. This piece hits home with more faith than a stack of bibles. I am truly blessed to have found it tonight. And I'm another job believer. Thank you so much for sharing your gift.
WOW!!......JUST WOW!!
It is 15 days 'til Christmas 2022. Your words, and this story, gave one of the best Christmas presents I have ever received in 76 yrs. of living. Thank you!!
You are fkin amazing. My wife did not make it through-she died of endometrial cancer almost six years ago. This story is a ray of light in a sometimes dark world. Well done lc68. Bless you-whether it be God or some other...
Two years after you published this, my lady and I went through an extremely similar experience.
Here it is five years later and I find your story. I could have used your help long ago. Who would expect to find an inspirational missive on Literotica?
Thanks.
2nd time thru, God Bless you brother, you did what we all should do, but it is hard, when you were in hell you kept walking! Congrats and best wishes going forward. This is a masterpiece of emotional and uplifting writing.
Thank you for sharing your personal story. Wonderfully written. May God continue to bless you and your wife with happiness and good health.
G
For those of us who have been through this type of thing, the story is both accurate and amazing. Everyone should read this for understanding. Some da you may have to deal with similar. 16 hours, two shifts of anaesthesiologists, 42 days in hospital recovery. more at home. All the wonderful doctors and nurses. Yes, My wife and I had the experience. Hers was in Brisbane at the PA (Princess Alexandria). Read it an understand the 'curve balls' of life. Obviously a 5.
Amazing. I'm so glad to get to the end and see the happy ending. I was worried. Absolutely top tier.
Wishing you and your wife the best.
This story reminds me of my own life a couple of years ago. In January of 2020 my wife was diagnosed with stage 3 cancer. In February, same year, my dad passed away. Heart failure. In July my wife passed. I wasn’t allowed to be with her most of the 19 days she was in the hospital due to Covid quarantine. They finally let me in the day she passed. And then my mother died three weeks later of Covid. Yeah, this story did bring back some bad memories. The thing that really stood out for me was the husband’s anger and feelings of helplessness. I hated those feelings. The helplessness just fueled the anger, it was almost perpetual. And two years later I’m still not over a lot of those feelings. Thanks for the story Lovecraft, it was damn well written. At times I felt like I was looking in a mirror.
Dude, tell me you have submitted this story for publication outside this site.
Not the story I expected. We have dear friends of over 40 years going through renal cancer. Her struggles with the cancer and his in feeling like he's loosing her. To many of us have gone through this. My wife the breast cancer survivor, my family, her family and to many friends. Bless those in the medical profession for their dedication.
Thank you for sharing.
I completely agree with when they titled their comment “Out-fucking-standing”, that pretty much sums up my feeling about this story. I think we all have cancer losses and stories in our families, but this one personifies the Spectre that is standing behind all those that have both suffered or supported during their brush with him, that mental image of him standing over his Wife protecting her from all comers is one that will stay with me for a long time. The Authors ability to transform dark dark days into literature like this is outstanding, can’t see how it deserves less than top marks from anybody,so it’s definitely 5 stars from me. Many thanks for writing and posting, cheers, Ppfzz.
Powerful awesome story. Five stars, favorited, and a follow for the author. Well done.
Well damn. This one really hit home; at the risk of sounding trite- “been there, done that; got the scars”. Thank you for sharing such a trying time and the great result.
Powerful, difficult and uplifting all at the same time. That kind of love you speak of makes all the difference in the world. It shows up in your fun stories so well too and IMO takes them from 5's to 10+. Thanks for sharing.
It occurred to me while reading one of your other stories, that Love does not require or demand obedience or submission, but INSPIRES it. Love never fails, no matter how the world might see it, no matter how big a sinner we might think we are.
Just WOW! I didn’t even make it halfway through the first page before I had to stop reading. Even though I’m a woman, I Do. Not. Cry. And this pulled on my heartstrings. So much so that I was on the verge of sobbing. Can’t do that though, can we, lol?
This story hits close to home for me. My Mom had Cervical & Uterine cancer at the age of 26yo & had to have a complete hysterectomy. In 2018 we lost my aunt to stage 4 brain & lung cancer. She found out at the very last second & only had months to live by that point. In October 2019 (breast cancer awareness month), my Mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. With the help of chemo & radiation, she’s now in remission. So, your story definitely resonates.
Your wife is a true queen and the world is better having her in it. I’m grateful she kicked cancer’s ass!!! And she’s so lucky to have you in her life. You are the epitome of the “perfect” husband & a real man ☺️!
#FuckCancer
I finished reading this story on 12/15/2021. Perfect inspirational timing for me as I move into a rather difficult emotional time of year. Thank you!!
Thank you, LC. Your "regular" stories are entertaining - this tome is OTT fantastic. Beautifully written and an absolute window into your soul. I worked in a hospital (Army LPN) many decades ago and hope I provided a fraction of the empathy and help you both were offered by so many. May Karma choke Mr. Bentley and bless the two thug wanna-bes, along with you two and the many "Houses" in all the roles you encountered. PLEASE: Live Long and Prosper.
Keep 'em comin'.
I have lived the emotional roller coaster in ways of this storie and parts bought a welling in my eyes. Thanks so much!
Holly smokes, what a roller coaster. Because of my personal history it was a physically painful read. That said, it was worth it. Thank you.
Very emotional story. Thanks for sharing. I lost my Dad to Parkinsons, my mom to lukemia, and my brother to colon cancer. So as you can see, I feel you pain. Thanks again.
Thanks for sharing your story, though it was tough to read.
My heart is filled with sadness and joy for you and your wife. It sounds like you both are stronger for your trials. Best wishes.
Thank you for sharing such a difficult, yet intimate experience in a way that highlighted the true meaning of the wedding vows "in sickness and in health, in good times and bad". You and your wife are obviously each others' rocks and sources of strength. I felt the rawness - of the fear, the pain, the uncertainty, but most of all the love - that you experienced. One of the best pieces I've ever read.
Wow! Thank you for explaining what true naked love really looks like. Now, I’m the patient & seeing the strengths I did not know my wife possessed, that heaven sent angel. My rock. When ever I feel like I’m feeling sorry for myself, I see what others had gone through and are going through and feel ashamed of myself. I sure hope more readers see and read this story. Thank you, well done.
Having lost a Father, 2 Aunts and nearly a Sister to the C, I understand and love the story, being the black sheep that too easily sees confrontation as an answer I understand you, I’ve been the scarred old dog defending my Mother and Wife against all comers in a hospital environment where you’re supposed to accept and not question. Thank you for letting me know I’m ok. DG, UK.
Perfect. I am so happy for your wife and so proud of you. How do you give a story a six??
i am at a loss for words to say how i feel and the effect this story had on me. my wife went thru some bad times and still has problems every day due to surgerys for cancer prevention. i feel very lucky to have her in my life and is my 3rd wife and will be my last as i dont think i could live without her. thank you so very much for shareing with us what you went thru.
This is the first story worthy of adding to my favorite's and also the first time placing a comment. Thank you.
Men can keep it all in, but this beautiful story helped me let it out. THANK YOU! HC
Thank you for sharing your personal and moving story. You have become one of my favorite authors. Please continue your writing both personal and romantic, as well as some more "traditional" Literotica fare.
I cried like a baby. I am the man you described and you had me in tears. You woke me up. I take my wonderful, loving, angel of a wife for granted. I hope I can be a better man and show her the love she deserves every day. She is truly my rock. Thank you.
Thank you for sharing this personal story with us - we will cherish your good fortune always.
It has been a long time since I read such engaging and heartfelt story. Thank you for sharing it with us. These are the kind of stories that reinforce the fact life in itself is wonderful. It tells us that there is more good in the world than bad and we should always care for and look after others. Again, thank you.
This is not the kind of story I expected to find on Literotica. I was genuinely touched by it. It's beautiful, Love and pain bleed out of every line. It's brave, raw, and unabashedly naked.
You are one incredible author. So far, I have read the majority of your stories and all are great. Thank-you for sharing your talent.
Not ashamed to say that I was tearing up.
Reminded me so much of my wife, Marie.
She was my rock, my everything, but I lost her in 2012.
Please keep sharing your stories with us.
I took a ride on this emotional rollercoaster.
I loved every bit of it.
As someone else commented this is a 6 star story.
I could not stop the tears too many times...
As some gals are 12's, not 10's, and drag those 6-stars around them up a few notches, you have a 6 star story here. Wonder who wrote it... you? Or Him? He has been known to do a lil ghost writing and co-authoring. You done good... mostly... hahaha! We are a Work In Progress. 😏
Don't know why I said only 5 comments as there are 102 which shows much appeciation for this story by readers. My apologies.
An amazing story but not really fiction. So raw and you can feel the hurt and pain throughout. First class and easily 5 stars.
Quite surprised that there are only 5 comments here but there again this is a very emotive story / subject.
At first i was annoyed by the thought of 4 pages of medical horror, but as I got into it i realized that I had gone through a similar situation with my wife without all the surgery issues. Her ordeal lasted 11 months and she was gone, but the personal involvement, the ups and downs and the gradual realization that this was not going to have a happy ending was extraordinarily debilitating. I acted as virtually the sole care-giver aside from the home hospice people (who were great) and it was a tough trip, but we did it together and never lost sight of the personal connection. It's 5 years now, but it could have been yesterday. I'm not sure I really wanted to relive the story, but it happened and I'll dry the tears and move on. 5*
You bastard! I'm tough, I cried. Tears down my cheeks. You bastard!
Wonderful story... so much better than the run-of-the-mill “jerk off bait” material that comprises most of Literotica’s holdings. While I’m an agnostic at best, I do draw a correlation between your believing “in powers beyond us” and believing in a God or gods. Neither are based on a surfeit of logic or physical evidence, but at times we all reach out for support from the unknown and unknowable to help shoulder our burden. One of the things that helps us deal with our human shortcomings, I suppose. Excellent work!
Damn near cried through the whole story. You sir, are a great teller of stories be them fact or fiction.
I have purchased almost all your work before I found you here. So glad to have read this story today.
I am not a fan of taboo erotica, and originally hooked into your milf stuff. What remains throughout is your heart. I think anyone who has gone through the big C should read this syory, but not all of us won this battle. Still the level of pAssion and compassion is real.
I loved every bit of it. The self-depricating sarcasm was pure art.
This is Not a sob story.
It's about pain, and you sir, are a Master!
This is a story of belief and will. People who say that this is a sob story should think about the lit part and not the erotica part.
You have a way with words, and this beautiful offering is an homage to your love. I enjoyed every bit of it. It will be something to revisit when I find I need inspiration. We don't want to be tested, but should my turn at bat ever come, I hope to hit it out the ballpark as well as you did. Thank you. TJ
I don't want to be rude but I really cannot stand sob stories on an erotica website. I can't get past page 1 for fuck's sake. Can't even be bothered to find out what makes this an incest story.. is it between father/daughter? husband/sister-in-law? I don't even care. Sob stories are a huge motherfucking turn off
This is worth a hell of a lot more then 5 stars. Thank you for sharing!!! The two of you show what a REAL marriage is and there are very few of them.
A very beautiful story about two people completely in LOVE and a rock for each other. Thank you for telling us about your experiences, an inspiration to any of us who come upon hard problems and feel we can not carry on. THANK YOU.
Sorry, but I bailed before I got to the end of the first page. Reading a litany of the ravages of cancer just ain’t my idea of entertainment.
Painful to read, and beautiful in its sincerity. You're both very lucky to have each other.
For personnel reasons I couldn't read it all, but the bits I manages were enough for a 5* rating!!
Just Wow! I thoroughly appreciated this story of love. I'm reminded of what my sister - in - law went through when my brother had Lymphoma. (He didn't make it.) She was there for him in every possible way.
Your story, sir, is a celebration of love and life.
I didn’t like it. I read stories here to be entertained. Being depressed is not entertaining. And neither are baseball analogies about cancer. That’s just my opinion, like it or not.
Love this story, like the way you shared this story, five stars does not even begin to, get to the reward you should have in my opinion. A first class demonstration of love, and romance in my opinion. Been there, done that, the pitcher won, now I have the rest of what remains, to figure out how to hurt him bad,because I am a bad ass son.
NorthPacific
my late wife had open heart surgery at age of 46 & left handicapped . she kept telling the idiot of the pain in her thigh . after she got home I had to watch her suffer with the pain & 10 days later the femoral artery exspoled sending blood to the ceiling . after the doctor fixed it where no one else hear he said he made a mistake. the leg from the pressure that built up was dead as far as walking goes. had to lock her knee to walk .
Well shared, Sir. Thank you.
Thank U for your story. I was not so tough thru my wife's battle with breast cancer. I lost her after 5 yrs. I am working thru my regrets one day at a time but wish I had just one more day with Donna. Again thanks for the story.
An amazing, completely loving story. By the end of the story, I had tears of joy for you and your wife… but also tears of pain. We just lost my mom's brother-in-law to a very aggresive brain cancer this morning. Also, there is another family member (my cousin's daughter, on my dad's side) that is currently fighting a loosing battle with cancer; she wasn't supposed to make it to summer, and it's now day by day. I envy your strength. I know what it's like to loose family. I lost both grandmothers when I was in high school, 6 months apart, one to brain cancer (2 wks b4 xmas & 2 days b4 my bday). I could go on, but I won't right now. Hope all is quiet on The Big 'C' front with the family.
KUDOS on this piece & stay strong!
Your devotion to your wife was a joy to read, she sounds like someone you could never replace. I hope we get more stories of you and the wife's life, and I hope neither of you have to live through something like this again. Blessed is what you both are, but I'm glad you had the toughness to carry her when she needed you. Thank you again
You knoy, dear LOVEcraft68, i enjoy Literotica because'no matter english is not my language, here i could read and uderstand 95%, AND is...sexy. BUT, you, my dear , make me cry on this 4 pages, and i must thank you...You have a big heart, my dear, you are `blessed' with an angel wife. I don't want to hear about life problems' BUT i know life is not always a happy story. From your stories, i see your mind, it's beatiful and still young...I can keep this all day long' but it's not the place. PLEASE, from time to time, bring another story like this...We love your stories, my dear, we always do. G.M.
A damned good tale, well-told and very 'real' (some of your events are very close to similar events in my life).
Thank you
HP
Five of my immediate family have had renal cancer. Mother, six months, one brother four years and then lungs, one brother survived, one nephew at forty nine after surviving an operation at thirty six, and another nephew holding on. We are familiar with NIH and agree that they are generous and giving people. Thank for the article ever though it was tough to read in parts.
I really do not have the words to describe what I felt when I read this story. My wife also has health problems, her knees are broken, her spine is damaged, and now she's worried (we're worried) about a lump she has. She is afraid of what her gynecologist is going to tell her in the visit we have arranged. I know it's not the same as a diagnosed cancer, but there is a family history ...
I think this story will give me a way to continue with my wife, and hope for the future, if the worst comes finally (for God's sake, I hope it does not happen).
As for having faith, I must say that I believe in God, but not in men.
When I was a teenager, a guy from India gave me what I think was my best religion lesson, he told me that "No matter what religion you profess, God is always the same, just change the name given to it and Way you are worshiped. " And he was a 15 year old boy!
5 * for you.
I apologize for my English (yet), is not my native language.
All I can say it that it, and YOU, are fantastic! Reminded me of some of my toughest times in life and how much one's Faith, or definition thereof, is ESSENTIAL in pulling one through those times!!!!
as it brought back too many sad memories so stopped half way through
Totally engaging. Resonated truly for both characters, their beliefs and their strengths... extremely well written!