Feb 26, 2011 - 8:07 pm
Today as my husband and I are riding in the car doing errands he turns to me and asks me if I've noticed others treating him any different now that he has been diagnosed with cancer.
You are kidding, right? Of course they do, just as I have treated him different since his diagnosis, why wouldn't they? With care, concern, love, understanding... but wait... that's not what he is talking about here.
I asked him to explain more and this is what I got from him.
For instance... at work... "the look", he says. Some guys are not as friendly as they used to be towards me. They don't know how to relate or talk to me anymore. The just give me "that look"...
Ah... I'm thinking... he's been separated from the pack. Isn't that what the wolves do in the wild? Funny, my instincts kicked in and I'm all about grabbing onto him, finding all I can about melanoma and how it works or doesn't and helping him maneuver around the web finding out more information that might help him out. My husband decides to overhaul the kitchen and eat green which means no processed foods, more spices, no enriched white flour, no sugar, no pop. Support him... you bet I support him. What happened to his fellow mates? Where is the helping out your brother here? Are they so afraid they might catch cancer from him? FEAR... it stalks my heart sometimes. I can feel it in the dark places when I'm tired. I also think it's FEAR that separates the pack.
I love you my husband...