The pattern is definetley established. Chemotherapy is going to knock me for six for about a week, and at the end of that week I hope to have two weeks where I feel ok. This morning, for the time since Wednesday, I leave the house. H and I drive to a cafe, sit and enjoy the sun. After days in the house, I genuinely marvel at the minutiae of life around me, how bright the world is.
As we drive, for a second I am reminded of a scene from the Shawshank Redemption. Brooks, upon finally leaving the prison he has spent his life in, cannot adapt to an unfamiliar world - "I can't believe how fast things move on the outside". This morning, that's how I feel.
It is our anniversary, and as we sit with our coffees, it is apparent to me that marrying H was absolutely the best decision I ever made. Once again, I am blessed.
As we drive, for a second I am reminded of a scene from the Shawshank Redemption. Brooks, upon finally leaving the prison he has spent his life in, cannot adapt to an unfamiliar world - "I can't believe how fast things move on the outside". This morning, that's how I feel.
It is our anniversary, and as we sit with our coffees, it is apparent to me that marrying H was absolutely the best decision I ever made. Once again, I am blessed.
