A Letter to My Husband




One week down. Forever to go. However, my headaches were minimal. On the down side, I’ve never felt exhaustion like this in my life. And my stomach just isn’t right at all. The travelling is definitely taking its toll. I can barely hold my eyes open in the car, but our little Kia Soul doesn’t have optimum napping space.


On day 3, I was somehow able to keep my good eye open when they put my mask on. It’s a whole new level of freaky when you can kind of see what’s going on around you. This day was our late appointment as we were supposed to meet with the doctor. We only met with nurses however, but got into some information that we hadn’t thought to ask about.


Thursday and Friday were the same as the other days. I’d go in, put the mask on, lay on a table for 10 minutes while lasers danced on me, get up, go home. Friday I received the following weeks schedule and called and booked my weekly bloodwork. Can I also point out something that happened this week? My husband went from no city driving to a pro. He did that for me. So he could be here every step of the way. In fact…


Dear husband,


Seventeen years. Half of our lives together. And it’s been far from perfect, but it’s not supposed to be. You came into my life when I needed someone to lean on. And then there was you. High school sweethearts. Defying the odds. Learning and living together. Making mistakes and growing from them. All of it. Together.


This was never a path we expected to go down. We’ve dealt with health problems from both sides, but my god, brain cancer? Did you see this one coming, because I sure didn’t. But even though we didn’t expect this, I knew one thing for sure. That you’d be here. Every step of the way. Because over seventeen years, you’ve shown me that no matter how hard things get, or the obstacles life throws at us, you are unwavering, you are there and in it one hundred and ten percent. You’re my constant, and I’m grateful to have you by my side.


We didn’t know what was to come with treatment, but you didn’t care. You would do it all because you love me. You made the best out of a chaotic weekend in Cape Breton. Treatment day 2, you were driving in the city, chill as can be, all so you could be the one to take me, stay with me. Housework, cooking supper, homework with kids, all because exhaustion now runs my life, but you’re understanding and caring and want me to rest. All because you love me. I’m very, very lucky.


I couldn’t imagine going through this without you and I want to thank you for your kindness, patience and understanding. And for loving me even when I’m hard to love. I know I don’t always make it easy, but please know I love you with every fibre in my body. Thank you for being mine.


Love,

Your Extremely Lucky Wife



Sunday night came fast. Bloodwork, radiation, chemo and steroids tomorrow. Short week this week as there is maintenance on the machine on Friday. Which gives me an extra day of rest before the community fundraiser on Saturday. Thank you to those organizing and participating and the community coming together to help us in this time of need. From the bottom of our hearts, please know this means everything.

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