My rock through all this is of course Cheryl. She’s been at every appointment since that first biopsy. There is a definite upside to co-dependency.
The downsides are times like that first weekend after the diagnosis—two cold, rainy days of us contemplating the end of all we’ve built together and our poor kids. What a wonderful reprieve it was the following Monday when we discovered that my lymph nodes appeared to be in pretty good shape. And that my cancer was driven by estrogen and therefore more controllable.
Cheryl and I have never exchanged vows before a congregation. No white gowns, no flowers, no choice of steak or chicken. DJ or live band? Gift registry at Macy’s or Bloomingdales? Nope. A wedding is certainly a gorgeous and thrilling event. A marriage, however, is a plot between two very stubborn people. It takes years of good times and bad times to make you strong enough to endure the big stuff. I don’t know what I would do without this woman. She’s amazing.
Somewhere in my youth or childhood,
I must have done something good.
(and you know you’re pretty far gone when you’re quoting Rodgers and Hammerstein)