No More Radiation

One year ago today - Lori's birthday as a matter of fact. One year what a difference a year makes in the life of someone with cancer and the person who loves them the most. One year ago today D had his last radiation treatment. One year ago today the good attack on the bad attack on his brain ended only to be followed by more chemo, but today was a day of celebration.

My once strong, vibrant husband stood tall with the aid of cane and the help of Brandon, his face bright red from the effects of the radiation he had endured daily for 6 weeks. He had a certificate and his headgear. We hung that headgear on top of our Christmas tree as a symbol of the battle and the blessings of the cancer. Not for what we had losted, but for what we had gained thru the journey. It was a reminder that the once so close twosome had become even closer, more trusting, more gentle, more caring with one another.

A mother and child's heartbeat as one and they are tied by the umbilical cord till birth and when that cord is cut the ties that bind them are never lost, that magical connection is never severed just by a pair of scissors. It is truly a tie that binds forever.

But when a man loves a women with all of his heart and soul, when they somehow find the way to make their hearts beat as one, when they grieve the loss of two grandbabies, a son, a daughter-in-law, when their thoughts become one and the same, when they finish each others sentences, they have a tie that binds forever.

When a women loves a man with all her heart and soul, they find a way to make their hearts beat as one, they rejoiceat their daughter's graduation from college and their son's army career, at the marriages of their children, the birth of their grandbabies. Their interest become similar and they hate to be apart as the days grow longer and life gets shorter.

When D was in trouble the day of his seizure, the only thing he could remember was the speed number to push on his cell phone to call me. To this day, I still call out to him, reach for him and dial his number on my phone because he is my heartbeat. I still tell him the good, the bad and the ugly.

D really took a beating with radiation but he was a trooper as always, GOD stood with us, walked with us, carried us, helped us each step of the way, before after and during.

Yes, one year makes so much difference.....I thank you Jesus that D is alive and well standing beside you in Heaven today.

I miss him more than my heart can endure at times and then I remember what a difference a year can make.....thank you Jesus that he is safe in YOUR arms and no longer suffering from cancer.