My wife was diagnosed with stage 4 colorectal cancer almost a year ago. At first she was given 3 months to live and told it was inoperable, so we thought we were going to lose her. Thanks to an incredible team of doctors she may actually be looking at full recovery, pending a liver surgery.
When my wife was told she didn't cry. The doctors kept asking her if she understood how serious the situation was. She answered "Yes, I do, but I'm not going to waste my last 3 months crying."
How can you even think about crapping on their life, everything they've lived for and all the good times you've had together by destroying yourself with alcohol now when they need you the most?