Five weeks ago today, right about now, my kids and I were waiting for word about how Mike's surgery was going... The doctor finally came to meet us and gave us the preliminary diagnosis. As he talked, I could feel myself having a hard time breathing. When we left the consultation room, my kids scattered so they could call friends and family. I sat numb with some good friends wondering what the future would hold. Seeing Mike in Intensive care was one of the most heart wrenching things I have ever witnessed. He was in such excrutiating pain that I really didn't think he would make it through the night. Exhausted and numb, Hannah and I left the hospital. All I could do was fall onto my bed when we got home. A good friend came over, laid with me on the bed and let me cry and talk.
Fast forward 5 weeks...Mike got up and went to work this morning. He came home before noon to have lunch and nap before his 10th radiation treatment. He hasn't felt any side effects from the chemo drugs. We walk about 2 miles a night. Mike has completed countless little home projects. We have talked, laughed, hugged, prayed. We have started eating a healthy diet. Mike does Yoga each morning. He drives to work and other short distances. He is attending meetings for work and community. We have gone to church and visited with family. If you would have asked me 5 weeks ago if ANY of this would ever happen again, I would have said no.
We have truly been sustained by your kind comments on this blog, your cards and well wishes, the hundreds of visits and calls. Our friend who is going through the same illness right now commented the other day that she believes in angels. So do I! Your love and support have made all of these things possible. Who would have thought that 5 weeks later we could be so fortunate?