As she lay in bed, the pain and depression tempted the wife and mother to give up her fight against cancer.
Abby Travers was halfway through six chemotherapy treatments, and she felt as though they were killing her. Earlier in the day, she had been lying on a couch in the family room and was too weak to move — too weak to grab the television’s remote control, too weak even to blink.
A family friend who had been watching her during the day walked in, saw something was wrong and called her husband, Jon Travers. She had needed IV fluids to prevent organ failure from dehydration, and now she was in bed, convulsing, ready for it to be over.
That would mean an end to her daily walks. No more Toby Keith or Tim McGraw concerts. She wouldn’t see Jon or daughters Shelby or Tori anymore.