Harmonics and Love

 Long day, hard day.  I'm hearing rumbles about how many times I take off work for doctor's appointments.  Man, would I LOVE not to have to take off for so many doctor's appointments. 

Well, let's see....Judi's dead so that takes care of that, huh? 

Sorry.

sigh.

Last time Ernie had radiation I went with him everyday.  I would go into work a half hour early and take only a half hour lunch and it left me enough time so that I only had to take 15-30 minutes occasionally.  This time I know that won't work and I hate it.  My theory---for both Judi and Ernie----is that nobody should ever go to the cancer center alone.  The radiation wasn't terribly hard on him last time so if it's the same this time he will be perfect ABLE....it's just that I hate for him to go alone. We'll see.

Ernie had the MRI of his spine yesterday---which took FOREVER I might note.  He came in and wanted a big hug so I know it wasn't a load of fun. It was a different machine this time---a little less claustrophobic I gather but still as overwhelmingly loud.  He said it didn’t sound as much like the Eraserhead/Kraftwerk outtakes this time---instead, according to my guy, it was more like listening to Brian Eno and Steve Reich while sitting in a car with the windows open and several different jackhammers going outside.  He said he kept listening for the harmonics….

I guess the kind of crap we’ve been dealing with does accomplish one thing.  It makes me realize more than ever how much I adore my husband.  Not that it’s been in question mind you, but some of the things he’s said since this all came about, some of the tears he’s shed and some of the laughter we have shared----it all makes me recognize how much I love him even more.  And it also makes me realize how much I just plain old like him to boot.

Here we are some 27 years ago....geesh...