"Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor: if either of them falls down, one can help the other up. But pity anyone who falls and has no one to help them up.
My doctor is a young widow. She shared,"There is no handbook for when your husband has brain cancer."
If there was, it would tell you that life is as precious as you decide it is or not.
As a young bride, I really didn't have a true understanding that either of us would really be called to care for the other in sickness. I certainly did not comprehend the collateral beauty of bonds deepened through trials beyond our control.
|'Julia Child' blooms nearly year- round.|
Cancer heightens awareness. Every day is different. Every hour is different. I can recount what has happened the last 4 hours- but the next 4 is always in God's hands.
Take action, or forget it. This summer was time to do something about moving 'Meerlo' lavender up the wish-list. For heat tolerance, it was bred with the constitution of a John Deere tractor. Planted in the hell strip between the spa and our garden, the plantar now wears the most luxuriant lavender scent. Ever.
|Asclepias Curassavica - butterfly weed|
For look who comes to dinner. Hang-out. Fly away. To watch the fat-crawly thing encase himself in a chrysalis and then emerge as a butterfly... miracles happen every day... the secret is to notice. Count them... and make them count.
|Like our family, this daylily multiplied and spread|
|Unruly patch of narcissus|
What I have learned being married more years than single, is that being right is not nearly as important as the relationship itself. Husbands and wives- take care of each other.
|The face of faith and courage. My husband.|
Thank you to friends and family who have brought real joy to us in what is a challenging- but rewarding- time.