Twenty-One More, Please
Wednesday, April 7, 2010 at 5:52PM I go to sleep tonight hoping Bob is stable enough for chemo tomorrow. Spooning him on the eve of the anniversary of the day we met just twenty-one years ago and praying, wishing, hoping beyond all that is reasonable for twenty-one more years. In reality, I'd be blessed to have that many months.
I've come to wonder things like why don't they make queen-sized hospital beds? Having Bob home for just that first night, being able to lie next to him -- it healed us both. How many patients would benefit from being able to lie next to a loved one?
I've also been overwhelmed by the love and generosity of our friends, family, and complete strangers. If you've lost your faith in humanity, spend an hour in my world. From the janitor who cleaned my husband's hospital room to friends who have adopted my family as their own, know that we are loved, prayed for, and thought of by the most beautiful souls on this planet. I am humbled every single day.
Fuck Cancer 




Reader Comments (26)
I'm still praying and sending love and support and light and everything warm/fuzzy/awesome/lovely that I can think of. May you have 21 more years and THEN some!
XOXO's x infinity,
@Jasperblu
HA!
Not to mention who's liable if such connubial activity results in an unwanted pregnancy. The legal activity alone will generate millions of dollars for the economy. On second thought, this might happen after all.
(Who thought I'd be happy to hear about someone starting chemo? My oh my. But I am.)
#fuckcancer
(They're the good ones, too. Not all crusty and smeared with cheeto dust.)
Cancer has taken over my husbands side of the family and we pray (or whatever it is we do) each and every day that we are doing the right things to keep him (my husband) as healthy as possible.
I wish Bob nothing but good health. Happy anniversary to you both. Hang in there, woman. If anyone has the patients to help beat this fucker, it's you. So admirable.
Thank you, califmom.
so happy you two are able to be home - and close to each other.
<3
peace.
When I gave birth to Boo, there were kingsized beds in the labour ward. we got to snuggle up with our newborn together for the 5 days I was in.
Why can't they do that for you? So much more important.
If nothing else, we are going to figure out how to get some got-dammed King Size beds to the cancer wards, yeah? I am on it. You?
"I need a miracle, every day"[http://artsites.ucsc.edu/GDead/AGDL/mira.html]
I'll keep on prayin'vibin'positive-juju-ing at y'all.