The first time I met my wife, I was still recovering from a stroke.

I was so terrified that she would die, but she survived.

I remember her telling me, “You know what?

It’s okay.

You’re going to make it.”

She was right.

I’m glad I’m alive now.

She has cancer, and I’m doing the best I can to help her through this difficult time.

My daughter is in treatment at the Mayo Clinic in Phoenix, and she’s been treated for cancer by a doctor and a nurse.

I feel like her body is, in a sense, in danger.

I’ve been in the hospital for months now, and the constant pain is draining me.

My wife’s health is deteriorating, and every day I am trying to put her on a schedule to get to a hospital in time to have surgery.

I can’t afford to do that.

I feel bad for my wife and my daughters, but they have been through so much to survive and survive in this way.

They’ve never had a day like this before.

I have a hard time accepting this.

I’m worried about my daughter.

She’s six months old and is going to have a CT scan when she’s a year old.

If she’s sick, it’s going to be really bad.

But if I do a CAT scan of her right now, it should show that she has stage 4 cancer.

I am not in any way trying to get her to go to a specialist, so I have to do it myself.

She is a good baby, but we have to deal with her now.

I think about what she has to go through now, even though it’s not my fault.

This story originally appeared on Politico.com.