I miss physical intimacy. I met my wife while I was in the U.S. Coast Guard. Not to brag, but I was quite the stud. My wife used to love watching me shave and shower, but now I hide away. My muscles have been replaced by loose skin and I'm riddled with scars from surgeries. Plus, I'm bald thanks to all that chemo. My lovely wife says it doesn't matter, but I know better. When she looks at me she isn't hot and bothered. Her eyes no longer show passion or desire. Instead, her eyes are filled with sympathy and concern. She used to see me as her lover, but I'm now I'm just a fragile, dying man. That part is hard. I just miss physical intimacy. I miss connecting that way, like we used to.