It has finally hit me. As I cut my husband's hair tonight my stomach lurches and flips. The doctor says we should cut it short so it won't be as much of a shock when it starts to fall out. I watch as his white curls fall to the floor unable to visualize him bald....or beardless.
Twenty three days ago life was normal.
Twenty two days ago he had a back ache.
Twenty one days ago they admitted him to the hospital...and called an oncologist.
Seventeen days ago there was the biopsy.
Nine days ago we sat at the Cancer Center and listened to the diagnosis...lymphoma.
Eight days ago the PET scan...
Seven days ago the MUGA scan...
and tomorrow...surgery to put the PORT in place.
Five more days until the first chemo treatment.
He says this will be an adventure....doesn't he know I'm not adventurous?
He says he will be taking advantage of all the cancer research done in his lifetime!
That is comforting...there have been great strides made in the cure for cancer.
So here we go...on our summer adventure;
Knowing that our friends are praying...
Trusting that whatever happens, God is there with his abundant Grace and Peace.
Didn't know you were writing! So glad Brandie posted it to her FB wall.
ReplyDeleteWe will be praying for both of you, esp. with this summer adventure.
Got prayer from my part of the world too.
ReplyDeleteI'm a friend of Brandie's... I'll be keeping you in my prayers.
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