He arrived in my car rather than his van - weird, considering we had so much luggage, but I was too tired to care. As we waited for him outside baggage claim after a long day of flying, I couldn’t wait to fall asleep in his arms. called, texted, and emailed daily to offer love and assurances. While we toured museums and national monuments, E. Maybe he just needed time alone to process what the diagnosis meant: His career was essentially over, and in some unknown period of time, life as he knew it would end too. Objecting and pleading accomplished nothing, so I acquiesced. He insisted that I take the kids without him, saying he preferred to stay back and clean out the garage. At the time, we were preparing to depart on a long-planned family trip to Washington, D.C. Two weeks after my husband, E., was diagnosed with a neurodegenerative disease that has no treatment or cure, he left me. Photo-Illustration: by The Cut Photo: Getty Images
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