Strange Complaints

As I write this I am sitting in the waiting room at the Carti Cancer Center in Pine Bluff as my wife is scheduled for one of her six month CT Scans to make sure things have stayed the way they’ve been for over two years, which are cancer free.

It’s taken us a while to get to this point. Cancer had been growing inside her without ever showing itself until she needed to have surgery for something else.

When that relatively simple surgery turned into five anxious hours of waiting only to have the surgeon pull me into a separate room to tell me both that she was fine and what they found… needless to say that was a rough day that was the first of many rough days.

We made it through together though as I’ve been with her for each visit or treatment of the scan. After 22 years of marriage we’re basically one spirit that happens to walk around in two bodies.

Which is why I’m sitting and waiting. I’ve been there through the harder pathways so of course I want to be here and cheer her on as we hope we’re still on her well earned path of wellness (or at least as close to wellness as one can get after undergoing cancer treatments).

I suppose in some corny way this is a call back to last week's column where I was wondering if we will be forgotten in the end.

I think maybe I’m not so worried about it in the end as I know I was seen and known during my life, at least by the other half of me… who just walked out of her scan and came towards me with a smile.

That means we’re done here. Until later…