Nashville or Bust

The trip that started a longer journey

192/5

One hundred ninety-three days ago, Dave called me at work. It was the first time I had ever heard him say ‘Lymphoma.’ It was also the first time I really felt the world around me completely slip away.

That call — that moment —  will forever be a suspended one. The memory is pure Technicolor. Ironically, what I sometimes can’t remember is the life that lead up to that point. You know, the life without cancer. Oh, I have recollections and such but what I can’t clearly remember is what life felt like without all of this. The metamorphosis of 276,480 minutes — some of which were an eternity in and of themselves — has definitely brought me to a new place. God only knows where it has brought Dave. I have ideas but I am not him to really know.

There are five more days of treatment. Just five. And then, a 4-6 week break of nothing. Sweet nothing.

Dave is wicked tired — the effects of radiation compound as the days and treatments go by. But there is a spark in him that is back. Things will never be as they were but things are going to be okay. We can each in our own way and together, get through five days. ~ Jacqui

 

 

April 4, 2011 Posted by | Dave, Everyday | 2 Comments