“People have no idea,” Steve says, stepping out of the hospital room to get a cup of coffee from the cafeteria. “They don’t know what it looks like.”

When he returns to Rosemarie, she is sobbing. He tries to calm her by rubbing her back, but then she starts to vomit, again. This time she brings up blood. A nurse administers anti-nausea medication while Steve holds his wife, helpless.

This is what it means to survive.