Sep 02, 2012 - 2:35 am
Went to an outdoor food fest today with my wife. She really wanted to go despite the fact that her brain tumor(s) make it hard for her to walk and that it has been very hot out lately.
She held on to me for support as we walked, but after about 20 minutes and several breaks, she really had trouble walking. Some people stared at her, probably thinking she was drunk. You'd think the wig and the gaunt look in her face would clue them in that maybe there was something medically wrong with her.
We had to park a couple blocks from the street fair, and I wasn't about to have her walk with me back to the car. She needed to sit. So I found a bench and lowered her down to sit. A woman working a booth just stared and stared. My wife waved at her as if to say, 'Yeah, I know I'm a mess. Are you having fun watching me?'""
I wanted so badly to go over to the lady and tell her my wife has brain cancer and has lost the ability to walk like most everyone else and no, she's not drunk.
Since my wife was getting agitated, I moved her to an area closer to the a church parking lot. An old man had a couple chairs set up under some shade. I told him that my wife has medical condition, so could she sit in the shade in one of the spare chairs? He couldn't have been nicer. He helped prop her up while I ran like crazy to bring the car around. The only thing that keeps me from breaking down and crying in these situations is the immediacy of taking care of my wife.
Babbling a bit here, but I keep thinking of that lady who stared at my wife. Of all the things today, that bothered me the most. I shouldn't let it, but it just does. STOP STARING!