…when you can’t have something; that’s when you, like, NEED it, right?
I miss this guy.
(I miss being that skinny, too; but that’s beside the point).
After two weeks on the “paper and grass” diet, they whisked him away for the radioactive treatment. Before I could even hug him one last time.
I blinked in surprise as they shut the door.
I couldn’t cry. He’d know for sure.
(Anyone want to teach me how to pretty cry? Like without the snot and everything?)
Leaving the hospital, he tried to stay as far away from the patients passing him in the hall. It was almost comical watching him dodge them all ninja-like.
I sat scrunched against the passenger seat door on the way home. The backseat wasn’t any further away, and at least I could read his lips without causing a traffic accident.
I didn’t know what to do with my hands. I didn’t realize we held hands so much.
I like it.
And yet a sweet friend reminded me that we are BLESSED. To have this treatment even available to us. To have yucky tasteless food to live on while waiting for the medicine to work. To have a home with an extra bed so he did not have to be fully quarantined.
Talk about a reset button. Perspective changes things.
Grateful for a God who cares deeply about the things that we care about. Grateful that His shoulders are big enough for my worries.
Today was my mom’s birthday. She gave up her special day to pick up an excited 6-year old from his last day of kindergarten. He’s spending the night at Grandma & Papa’s house and not realizing one bit how melancholy it is here without him tonight.
Thanks Mom. Thanks Dad.
Help me count these four days down. Harass the dude to finally write a blog post, would ya? No excuse mister… you are home tomorrow ;)
And just for fun… I totally want to make t-shirts out of this!
(Feel free to steal it, we appreciate all the prayers we can get! :)
And because every post is better with a bit of funny…
We have the BEST friends. And that means you.