I hope you enjoy as much peace in your life as possible in spite of this second fight with cancer iflit. You are in my thoughts too.
Wow! How nice to "see" you, Son! Thanks for the good wishes AND for my current icon. You made it for me years ago and I still love it.
Just an update...saw the oncologist today and there are quite a few treatment options available (many of which don't involve me going bald again!!!) I have to do more testing to determine what will be the most appropriate, and while there are no permanent cures, there's no reason to not believe I have a solid chunk of quality time left and open ended future.
And again, I can't tell you how much I appreciate the love, affection, and support that you've all shown me in this thread. I'm a bit embarrassed...feel like a bit of an attention hog...but I'd be lying if I didn't admit that it boosted my spirits through a rough few days.
When you’re the husband of a woman who’s been given bad news of a certain sort, it’s hard not to reflect, Oliver Barrett-like, about your Jenny. But Oliver gets it wrong.
He left out the way she gets more and more beautiful, as if this disease’s consequences were the devil’s due after bestowing his gifts: a golden violin of courage loud enough to chase away the spectre that stalks all living things; an iron-hard hammer of black humor (“At least if Sarah Palin is the next president, it’s not my problem”); eyes that have never felt bound by a single color, now and then a little more green, a little more brown; and a silver-blonde-gray-brown head of hair spun so fine it’s as if she were lent Rupunzel as part of the deal.
She was sitting on the couch when I got home, the brown and red and green couch we bought in laughter and hope five years ago, before the first bout, when Manhattan was new and the future flowed seaward like the river we eagerly crossed.
Those eyes were water-logged now, soggy autumnal leaves in a pool left by heavy rains that fell before I got home. They looked up at me. “I’m sorry I’m not stronger,” she said, her voice as soft as her hair. She’s the strongest person I know, I wanted to tell her, but she wouldn’t have believed me so instead I took her in my arms, and it brushed against my dry cheek, and I could feel each plait, soft as mohair yarn, more beautiful than the thick dye-filled ruddy orange waves she once cried to part with, before finally offering it to the disease in a Faustian bargain irrevocably broken by yesterday afternoon’s news.
And so, today, again, we sat in the doctor’s office, three years after the last time we sat in those chairs, too high they still were, too hard, too curved for us to sit hand in hand as she readied herself for another round—Faust asking not for more time but for more strength, strength to work, strength for her children, strength to not weep in my arms lest her hair matte on my dry cheek and I wished I could tell her to be strong for everyone else but let me hold you up as we sit on that couch that must never lose its laughter and hope or else why did we move... why do we ever move at all?
Now, that's a love story.
Peace for iflitifloat and for the husband of iflitifloat.
That's beautiful.
Much peace to iflit - and all who love her.
Damn, I've been out of the loop. Peace, love, and prayers for you, iflit. *hugs*
Here you go, Bitch, now make some fukcing lemonade.
P.S. Hey, Meta, so you're a righter, TO?
And while you're at it, go spin on this!
Broadway Legend Joined: 12/28/04
The nice thing about those dimes is that they can turn both ways. Here's to a good turn!
So much for my complaints that I am never the muse for his "fancy" writing...I am lucky and blessed in a thousand ways and I thank my husband for being publicly mushy. He's a keeper.
Now back to the kitchen. I'm making lemonade because that bitch Sueleen is coming over for snacks.
Broadway Legend Joined: 9/16/07
...and prescriptions.
You're in my thoughts and prayers daily, iflit.
Flitty, I hope you put the plastic on the couch for Sueleen's visit.
Broadway Legend Joined: 11/3/05
"there's no reason to not believe I have a solid chunk of quality time left and open ended future."
Between that and Meta's post, I am officially undone.
Loving you and feeling the peace.
More public mush.
Adding my thoughts and prayers to a wonderful lady.
Broadway Legend Joined: 11/3/05
If we are doing medical humor-
(WARNING graphic content!!)
Ortho Vs Anaethesia
Updated On: 10/28/10 at 03:31 PM
Oh, NO! Graphic medical humor and I can't get the link to open!!!
Oh, NO! Graphic medical humor and I can't get the link to open!!!
I seldom post but read daily so I hope it's not inappropriate for me to add my well wishes.
Such a heart-warming thread.
Adding support and well wishes is never inappropriate!
So glad you 'joined in'.
I believe in the additive nature of happiness. The more there is, the more we're capable of.
The Amatuer Transplants version of a Dear Doctor letter
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