The Road Back Home

I've been away....not gone, just away.  For the past year I've focused on Bill and the cancer that ruled his body like a tyrant.  Together we went through the diagnosis, lung cancer.  Then we faced the surgeon's knife and the news that he had clean margins.  Great news for us but someone forgot to tell his lymph nodes for they were harboring microscopic cancer cells.  So the chemo began, icy cold cocktails poured into his vein through a port in his chest.  The white blood cells played hide-n-seek, constantly disappearing and causing neutrapenia. Over a course of 5 months Bill had 14 treatments.  Then we changed offices and ended up at the radiologist office where they zapped him 33 times!  By then, what was left of my Bill was a mere shadow of the man who laid down on the surgeon's table in October.  He walked out of the radiology center in August, ten months later, leaning on the support of his family, those who love him most. Now we don't think much about cancer.  No, that's not quite true, we just choose not to think about it.  Monday is the day however, that we have to think about it again.  It is the day for the next CT scan.  We wait.