Radiation Treatment - Day Twelve

Yesterday's discomfort lasted well into the morning hours of today. I finally fell asleep around 3:30 a.m. on what used to be my side of the bed -- fully clothed, on top of the covers.

What I found when I awoke was nothing short of miraculous. The Ex was gone -- UP, SHOWERED, DRESSED and WORKING!


We made it to radiation without having to discuss it. He wouldn't eat much as his stomach was still a little "off," but it was such a relief to see how he had recovered.

After radiation, we went to the produce market and I bought what I needed to make a spinach lasagne for The Ex and his friends, some other bachelors who usually gather on Tuesday afternoons.

Yesterday, I would have never imagined we would both be well enough for A) me to make a lasagne from scratch or B) him to make it to 'Boys' Night.'

It's been a tearful day. Both of us has teared up for one thing or another. Our son called, and his eyes welled. Staring out the kitchen window in his pain relief position with elbows on the counter, and his eyes welled. Talking about the trip he wants to take with his son... well, you get it. Our son turns 21 in June. The Ex would really like to take him to Las Vegas or on a gambling cruise, or a trip to Ohio to see his aunt and cousins.

Sadly, we don't know if he'll make it to June. And my eyes well, too.

I guess I'm too tired to seek the usual ray of humor in today like I usually do.

As I told friends as they were leaving after a short visit -- "Don't worry about us. We're in great shape, for the shape we're in."

Just please, God, let there be no more days like yesterday.