As we pull onto the highway, she falls asleep again, head bobbing. I whisper, “Rest My Love, put your head back.”
She does fall asleep and I wonder, is this because she is awake at night, worrying? Or is it the treatment putting her to sleep?
Changing lanes, I do have a flash of fear, as I think of the magic marker and tape on and around her chest. So much has happened.
Somehow, and I don’t know how, a prayer is lifted up. It’s amazing how prayer is so easy to breathe in now.
As we pull into our neighborhood I whisper, “We’re home sweetheart….” She opens her eyes, and I notice how beautiful the Rose of Sharon are……this time of year.
Note: Thank you to everyone for your positive thoughts and prayers! If you did not know, my wife is fighting cancer again, and we have begun using the first weapon…… in the arsenal.
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