We may actually be out of the hospital before 11 am today. It is a Thursday miracle. I left my phone at home by accident, or maybe it was divine intervention. I feel semi-naked/semi-liberated. It means Avi and I will talk more, but as he rambles on about food, none of which is sounding appetizing, I am grateful for his appetite returning to the point that he is craving the grossest of foods.
He is singing and talking about poop. Neither of which is appropriate for our environment, but it making me laugh and reminding me that cancer may surround us, but we are not defined by it. Avi is still Avi after all, and the more I am reminded of that the more I can let myself return to me and not just his caretaker.
Today I am grateful for...
Avi...his eyes, his smile, his talking about poop
hospitals with wireless internet
coffee with soy milk
being done early
spending time with him away from our house and chemotherapy...we are going out to lunch!
Just one more cycle...one more week...and one more day...
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