A writer isn’t born, but created out of experiences. No lack of subject matter, my life reads more like fiction than anything that could have been imagined in the head of a storyteller. While being in the throes of caregiving for my husband, who subsequently died at the age of 35 from pancreatic cancer, I found my voice telling the world of his challenges and documenting the fallout of those he left here after he was gone. Relationships are very complex things and don’t come with instruction manuals. All we can do is to try to find consensus, ask for opinions and help from those around us, and always listen to what our inner voice tells us is right. We are all in it together for a reason, drawing strength from others is sometimes the only way to survive. I hope I help someone out there to not only survive but to thrive the way countless of strangers and loved ones have helped me. Relationships can be hard, heart breaking and desperate, but they are also the things that make our hearts soar, give our lives meaning and pull us through unimaginable circumstances as we make our way through this journey. As the love of my life has told me many times, peaks and valleys Jules, peaks and valleys.