Sep 24, 2011 - 12:15 am
My husband said the sweetest thing tonight - he said he sort of misses the days of his cancer treatment.
No, he's not crazy. He misses the months we spent together, shoulder to shoulder. Neither of us was working for a while there, and we were pretty focused on the moment. Get the kids to school. Go to radiation. Get some nutrition in. Sleep. Love. Repeat.
Life was simple, and we spent just about every second within a foot of each other for weeks. I miss that a bit too - I love my kids, but it was so wonderful that they gave us the gift of taking care of themselves those weeks and letting us do our thing. It was very intimate - after 30 years of marriage, I had not expected to be able to get so much closer. We were always kindred spirits, but we were almost one being at times there.
He just got the latest from his doctor - at 9 months out, he is still clean.
We don't miss cancer. Really. We are also much more aware that we are mortal. But I also cherish those days together.
"It was the best of times. It was the worst of times."