He calls me Fred.

That is what my husband says when he thinks I am acting like my father.  I have not heard him say that to me lately.  Possibly because I haven't jerked around and annoyed him lately.  But perhaps it is because he is fighting for his life and does not much feel like joking.  STUPID CANCER!  I am really sick of cancer and the mess it makes in one's life.  I made the ugly trip from diagnosis through treatment, recovery, re-occurrence, more treatment etc until the end with my beautiful, sweet mother.  The irony and the scary part is that my mom and husband both had/have head and neck cancer.  What are the odds?  Is it because I bought that damn T-shirt at the relay for life?