Thank you

I got to spend the night with Darling Hubby last night. It's the first time since he went into the hospital on the 15th. We are very much attached to each other. Those who have the misfortune to be around us and not lost their lunch or developed diabetes can attest to it. We've been together 4 years (January 5th) and married 3 years (September 1). But to us, we've been together for a hundred years and just met yesterday. It's always been that way. I've always known, after I met Darling Hubby that God did bless me with a most wonderful man. The way we feel about each other, act with each other, take care of each other...the whole package, it's right out of a story. But the sick part? It's not an act put on for others...that's just us.

I wrestled with the decision to tell Darling Hubby's story. I didn't want to take away his privacy or anonimity...but likewise, I needed a place to share. So I finally did it. I waited until things had started to do it and give myself some time to figure this journey out.

I can't begin to tell you how touched I truly am by the comments that you so generously left. I honestly can tell you that your words, thoughts...everything have deeply moved and touched my heart. Its something that a mere thank you seems so small, but "Thank you."

It was good to get to see "My Boy" and to stay there with him. It was a real help to the both of us. (The chair was uncomfortable as all get out...but who cares!) Today was one of his better days he's had. As the chemo begins to finish making its way out of his body and the steroids with it (goes with the chemo...joy), the anxiety and anxiousness that he's been feeling lightened up. He was finally able to get some sleep, not very sound but its a start.

I found out that I'm not supposed to snuggle up in bed with him, but as the nurse said, "You just can't tell someone they have to get out of the bed." And with us, you can't. We've had some bumps in the last 48-72 hours with others in this adventure and they're truly stressing the last nerve that I've got. I've bit my tongue more times that I can begin to tell you (a true accomplishment to me to those who know me). But I keep thinking, "Bad rehearsal...Great Play!" That's my new mantra at the moment. I'm just trying to roll with it and keep him good. That's all that matters. He stays in the right mental frame of mind. He gets healthy. He comes home. We get the next 60 years to nauseate everyone. Here's to the next 60 years!

I love you my boy....so very much. You are my heartbeat and my breath. You're the reason behind my laughter and the joy in my smile. You are my world! You are meaner than Cancer and together we're stronger than Cancer!