FRAGILITY

HERE WE ARE.......still here, only quieter than usual. Mr. Bob is fragile in body with the chemical assault that occurs three days out of every month and I'm embarrassed to say that instead of showing the strength that a caretaker should have, my character is miserably flimsy in the face of adversity. Because our patient in this case has no tolerance for crying, water comes to my eyes at the most inappropriate places and I feel as though I'm blubbering my way through the difficult days, scattering apologies along the way. Mr. Bob is sleepily stoic, braving the treatments well. Sometimes when I sigh, the sound that issues forth is a sob and it's hard to put makeup on a tear streaked face. I admire his courage but I wish I were stronger. Thanks to all of you who reached out to say you were missing the blog and wondering what my silence meant. I didn't mean to leave you in the dark, but for a while I've been at a loss for words.

Christopher drove down from up north to be with his Dad for this latest chemotherapy session. Always when we meet there's much occasion for laughter; it diminishes with the passage of days, but I'm grateful for the humor that we did experience. It helped tremendously to chuckle for a change.  Chris' ability with a camera is remarkable. He was, after all, a photojournalist at one time and has the eye that makes the difference. The photos that he took while last here tell the story better than any of my words can convey.

He's now halfway through the program. Three more months to go.