When my husband first got sick and we didn't know what it was, keeping him in so much pain, DOWN, in bed for many months, I hurt for him. I hurt for us. I felt like I was in a deep, dirty pit, and I cried, all the time.He was miserable, we were both so sad, it was hard to put a smile on for the kids, for the world. I ate comfort food to try to ease the pain: mashed potatoes, mac & cheese, ice cream... and there were no ...