I feel guilty. I can't help it. I'm in a Refuge and heard today that my husband has been taken, by ambulance, to hospital. He has liver failure and my stepson called them. I left him 7 weeks ago. My husband seems to be severely malnourished and his liver is failing. He's only 40. We have been through, together, several bouts of this and I have always been there to pick him up and nurse him better. This time I'm not. I'm here. Miles away. I can't go back and help him this time. Not again. Three times he's gone yellow, and each time I've nursed him back. Now I can't do it anymore. I'm so sad. I don't want him to die.