HE JUST DOESN'T GET IT

For almost two weeks…doctors, doctors, doctors.

Eyes. More vision loss.

Dentist. Watching for tooth decay caused by radiation to the head.

Internist's assistant. Fevers attack in the night. Shakes rock the bed.

MRI.

Neurosurgeon.

Internist.

Neurologist put on board.

Radiation oncologist.

Me, the woman who had to be dragged to the doctor.

Now…now…

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Constant togetherness is not a good thing. Misunderstandings occur. Frustrations mount. Tempers flare. Eyes roll.

We leave the doctor's office.
Elevators bing.
A cell phone emerges.
Information given.
Conversation flows.

We're in the parking garage.

Next call.
Information given.
Conversation flows.

Headed home. We're minutes from home.

Next call comes in…

"Milton." I point to my heart. Can I talk to you a moment?

Call ends.

"Can't you talk to me?" I ask.

Dial tone starts.

Call connects.

Long conversation.

I touch his arm.

Does he not realize I'm sitting here beside him, longing for conversation, to hear his take on what we're facing?

***

Then we're home and to the recliner or bed to recoup the night's loss.

***

A nap for two sleep-deprived people brings new perspective. We hug, kiss, say "I love you."

But a willingness to forgive, forget, and move on brought relief. And joy.

***

Steroids…
Steroids…
Steroids…
How I hate you.

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He Just Doesn't Get It.....

He Had It.....all along.

It's a Christian love story.

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"Lord, thank You for giving me this good man. A tower of strength. A support unparalleled. A walker through the fire.

I don't deserve him. Reward him, Lord, for his lovingkindness."

***

Milton, here:


This is Milton Dykes, and I approve this message.

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MORE WRITING VAUX PAS

Get Thesaurus.

Where is hurricane in thesaurus?

Flip pages. There it is.

Hupla.

Keep looking.

A long time later.

Hurricane.

And it wasn't the right word.

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Picture: Taken on a day get away at Jekyll Island this past summer.