Marrying him was the best decision I’ve ever made. He makes me laugh. He is unfailingly supportive. He’s smart and kind. I can count on him, and there is no one I’d rather spend time with.
We spent the better part of the day at the local hospital as the doctor removed Dave’s port-a-catheter (an intravenous catheter placed under the skin of his chest to allow for the administration of chemotherapy). Five years ago, we faced a second go-round with non-Hodgkins lymphoma, and Dave had a stem cell transplant. We’ve been cautiously optimistic for his prognosis. CT or PET scan, doctor, repeat. Over and over again, every six month. And today we’re calling him cured.
Tonight he is safe at home with me. Wearing his favorite flannel shirt, relaxing in his threadbare
Recliner by the window, he works his daily Sudoku puzzle.
I took several photographs of him as he concentrated on his puzzle. He took little notice of me. After all, he is very used to a camera in my hands and the familiar clunk of the shutter. But, I love this one best because when he smiles at me, he lights up my world.
Cancer is just one waypoint on the map of places we will visit.