On this particular day it was a picnic at his job. She looked stunning. Such a pretty wife doing everything he wanted and with a smile on her face. If she would have called me and not her dad that day I would have told her to leave him and move back to Fresno. Instead her dumb ass dad told her to stay with him and gave his reasoning by saying that she would end up on welfare if she left him. How stupid is that. She made way more money than her husband. But, unfortunately, her dad had an amazing kind of hold on her brain. It worked. She stayed in that marriage until April of 2008. The final hit had happened. She filed for divorce. He began to try to win her over by taking her and the kids to Hawaii. She came back determined to end the marriage. One week into looking for an apartment the cancer struck her. It was not until she came to see me on Mother's Day that she realized the lump on her upper chest had to be checked. I told her to go see a doctor. By Monday it was confirmed, she had breast cancer stage 4. It was the most difficult days of my life. Seeing my Jeannette suffer with so much pain and knowing she did not have the full support of her husband. She cried so much to me abut her children and how much she did not want to leave them. To this day I have pain knowing I couldn't do a damn thing about this vicious cancer. I couldn't do a damn thing about her husband's decisions. To this very day of October 17, 2011, I am grieving for my Nettle Poodle. I miss her so much.
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