Dear Rick,
I’m at work.
It’s 9:47 am, and suddenly I pictured being at the hospital with you.
Getting on the elevator at the medical center, you turn to me and jab at my stomach and I warn you that there are cameras watching your abuse.
Then we continue with the horseplay
I swat at you
Or I throw my arms around you
And kiss you
Just to give “them” a good show
It became our usual routine alone on that elevator…
daily…
weekly…
more treatments,
more radiation,
more blood draws,
more crap that you endured.
We endured.
How can that most horrible year be something I miss now?
Because I’d take anything, endure it all again, just to be with you.
October 19, 2018
