We may not be immortal. Life is fast, challenging and unpredictable.
My husband is undergoing treatment for a (curable) cancer.
Stop.
You know that feeling of your mind going blank? White out. Black out. Everything fuzzy gray? Can't remember your name? I'm there -- blank, buzzing, and slow-witted. The blank is that blip. blip. blip. of realizing that we may not be immortal. The buzz from anxiety. Slow-witted because changing our daily focus to include radiation is a gruesome choice. One we did not want to make.
My husband is undergoing treatment for a (curable) cancer.
Stop.
Think.
Re-focus.