You know what I would love? I would love to be able to tell you that since the cancer was removed he is totally fine. I would love to give you an update on the magical life that he is able to live after his treatments. I would love to be able to tell you that he is thriving and getting along better than ever.
I could post this and say something about what a great husband he is to make dinner for us, and you would think “yeah, well, he wants to eat doesn’t he? It’s not your job to feed him!”
What you don’t see is that this really is a labour of love. Sitting up, or standing, or lifting things, or even the simple act of eating are so strenuous on his body, it is like asking him to run a marathon and lift weights, rather than simply feeding his family. This is him, doing what he can, while he can, to show up for his family. After this, he quietly ate a small plate of the dinner, then went back to his space in the basement and was consumed by pain for the next 5 hours. Preparing the meal and eating it had taken so much out of him. What you don’t see is the confusion at how he could be so consumed by pain months after he is meant to be healed.
What I hope you see is love. What I hope you see is that we are all struggling. What I hope you see is that this is why you are safe in your homes. What I hope you see is the reason that we cannot walk together and go for coffee. Because one day, I would love to give that update. One day I would love to tell you about the magical life he is leading after his recovery.