My love came home. Our Christmas was wonderful because she was home. We were told she would be in the hospital until after the beginning of the year, but here she is. Nothing much mattered to me this Christmas but her. She will have scans in February to check the effectiveness of her treatments.
I have always had an awareness of the swiftness of time, but my sensitivity to the sand slipping through the hourglass has heightened. This brings about an ability to push aside all trivial matters and focus on the most important, but it also brings about sadness not knowing what the coming months will bring.
I keep telling her that we are together now. We have today and we can do today. I don't exactly know how to navigate through these times.
We are all so thankful for her being home. I was able to be with her for her bone marrow transplant and last chemotherapy treatment. I thank all who prayed for Lourdes to take a bottle while I was gone. She actually never did, but John willingly handled her so I could be with my dear mother.
Tomorrow will be her one year anniversary of being diagnosed with cancer. Wow. It seems like it has either been five minutes ago they told us she had cancer or that it was fifty years ago. I'm not sure which.