Oct 13, 2011 - 3:25 am
Today my darling husband (stage IVb) took me to the golf course so I could play a game. We don’t belong to a club; we just play together whenever we can. But because of his PICC line and chemo, it has been at least 3 months since we played a proper round together. Despite feeling incredibly tired, he bravely drove the cart to give me the pleasure of playing while he hit an occasional pitch and putt.
It was a beautiful sunny day and there were heaps of kangaroos on the course. We played late in the afternoon and almost had the course to ourselves. The sunshine, warmth and fresh air was rejuvenating for both of us. Frequently when we play Brian would say ‘You wouldn’t be dead for quids,’ (an Aussie term!) whilst walking down the fairway. There’s a whole new meaning to that now.
I felt a little bit normal even though Brian wasn’t playing and I was so grateful for his thoughtfulness.
He’s snoozing now, but I just wanted to share the happiness…