These are rough times for me emotionally as my husband is fighting cancer. The kind of cancer is unimportant, but the fight is. I have been hiding from the truth of what was going on with him, even though I have been at his appointments, picked up his prescriptions, hugged him and rubbed his back to warm him when he has been cold and put my hands on him, in his sleep, and prayed with all my heart for God's healing and comfort for him.
Somehow,, through all of the past 4 months I not allowed myself to be aware of his fight for life. I am aware NOW! For the last 12 days we have been fighting an enormously nasty and difficult reaction to radiation therapy. I have watched him as he lurches up from his rest to dash for the bathroom, unable to eat even a bite of an Easter dinner for our family of children, grandchildren and great-grandson, that he managed to cook as usual (this year, with some help), I watch him walk in his beloved gardens that are brillant yellow with hundreds of daffodils, planted for me because I love them, too tired to pull a weed or rake, even for 5 minutes. Today we learned that the surgery for his second cancer is postponed until they can complete the radiation therapy for the first cancer, without lingering side effects. Rough Times.
While we have been battling our battle, our closest friends are battling too. It's a totally different kind of cancer with far more deadly consequences and we miss being there for them in the ways we are used to, sharing our burdens. Rough times.
Thank God for long distance, cell phones, Lifeline, friends that pray, families too. We are so grateful for the caring of family and friends, God's comfort and peace......in Rough Times