Oh, what a beautiful morning! (Sorry, now you have that song in your head, don't you? You're welcome!)
Well, it is a beautiful morning. No one could deny that. It's a beautiful spring day here on Mockingbird Hill, with everything greener than green, birds singing, and a gentle cool breeze in the air. But it's especially beautiful to me after having emerged from the darkest dark chemo experience I've had thus far in my journey.
This post is not about that, though. No, I don't want to dwell on the darkness. I want to dwell on the light. I just need to say how grateful I am to Hero for his love and patience through the hardest of hard times. The Father has so blessed me with this man that I just have to tell the world -- well, the small part of the world that reads this blog. :)
You see, I have no choice but to bear the load of my cancer journey. After all, it is my journey. He, on the other hand, can choose. Oh, he says he can't -- that we're in this together -- for better, for worse, etc., but quite a few caregivers find the load too cumbersome and withdraw, either physically or at least emotionally, when the burden is simply too heavy to bear. Not my man. Even in the most discouraging and challenging times, times when I lash out from my desperate struggle, he is there. He is faithful. He is willing to do whatever it takes to make sure I have what I need. It's Monday, and he is back at work, and I am sitting on the patio enjoying the fruit of his labor on the Hill.