This Tuesday was my 90th day alive since I got my cancer news. My wife worked that day and we didn’t have anything special for dinner and nothing at all for desert. I was kind of depressed at all the nothing. I knew the main of our celebration was going to be held Wednesday but to have nothing for such a momentous day was kind of a let down. Like not getting the present you wanted or something for your birthday. Not quite as bad as thinking everybody forgot it, but still. Not happiness was the main condition of the night. Then the next day rolled around and my wife’s skin condition still wasn’t improving so she wanted to go to a different clinic for a second opinion. I agreed and we planned on going somewhere the next day. What’s one more day after all? But still, the moment was slipping further and further away. Kind of wondered if she had forgotten. I mean I know she hadn’t, but this skin thing has really gotten to her. Her skin and face are very important to her, as I said before, so she’s really been down about it. And as I also said before, she’s not the most patient person so she wants something done about it now so I understood how she could be distracted. She did buy a fruit tart when we went to Aeon later that evening and we had it after dinner watching the second to last episode of Breaking Bad. The commercial break comes and she goes downstairs for the tart. When she comes up there’s a candle burning bright on my slice. I almost cried. It was a little thing to be sure, but it meant everything. My wife is the best and I love her so much.
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