Unsung Hero

Getting cancer stinks for the entire family. There is no nice way to put that.
When one person is sick, the whole family suffers on some level or another.
It's hard. Schedules are interupted. Things don't get done. Anxiety levels are high.

But I have to give a huge thank you to The Hubs. He has been a rock through this
process. From the first moment I called him in January, and told him in a very
shaky voice that my bloodwork did not come back looking good and I had to stay
overnight in the hospital. He dropped everything and drove home to be with the kids.

He had an important business meeting scheduled in Arizona the week of January 23rd.
He was also going to visit with his Dad while he was out there. Once my diagnosis
came in, he cancelled the trip without complaining. He also worked from home the
entire time I was in the hospital and became Mr. Mom, taking care of the kids, and driving
them around, and providing them with meals.

And me? Well, I'm not a great wife. I nag him, I complain to him, I grumble. I take
my frustrations out on him. And he usually knows it is because I am so afraid. And
he manages to calm me down.

He's always so positive and I don't ever give him enough credit for all that he does. I
could never go through this without knowing that he has my back.  I know that
he'll be able to handle the home front, so I can focus on getting better so that I can be
me again.

A girl could not ask for better support than that!