The last page of my wife`s diary..............................
I don`t know what happened to me, how long I have to live. The disease is incurable, I know. My husband is always try to unturned all the stones to see me well. I have a little kid, who is also want to see her mother happy and wants to do all possible for him. So who is more happy than me? I can`t look at my husband, who is always try to (pretended) be happy, he spent money like water and sacrificed his esteemed job from an unavoidable transfer order and joined a company in one third of his previous salary. I am suffering from the last three and half years by the deadly disease. I want to live, a long life. I have to admit the truth that I am a real fortunate woman, having a husband like mine and a loving and caring kid that God has gifted me but doubly unfortunate that I have to leave them all. The best doctors of my metro city remains unsuccessful to recover me, is not my faults, not my husband. Perhaps man will be successful ...