Okay, so your husband co-created the phenomenon that made Marvel into the stinkin' rich evil mega-corporation it is today. Unfortunately, he worked under a crappy work-for-hire contract, and sees relatively little residual payments come in. The guy's style of art is out of fashion, and his ability to seek out further freelance work is hindered by long-term illness. So Paty Cockrum - do you take it lying down?
Hell no! You go, possibly crazy paranoid woman!