Hard Day

Today was hard.

I know how to plan, execute and manage. I know how to get things done. My list goes on:
Ask everyone I know to pray for Clark's health and his journey to wellness and that what he will endure emotionally and physically be quick and swift so he can be healthy again-check
Care provider for Emma once Clark's chemo schedule is established-check
Back up care provider for Emma-double check
Contacted sperm bank-check
Meal makers notified-check
List goes on, check...However...

Clark's pain unchecked. He did not tell me his stomach was hurting from all the pain medicine and he decided on his own to stop his pain medicine. Not good. This did not make for a pleasant evening. Because he has taken pain medicine for so long, the down was horrible. Thankfully he finally told me what was going on.

He is also bothered by the growth of Chester (that is what he named the one growth on his shoulder-Chester the Molester). I am also bothered by this having some other being in bed with us at night is kind of creepy. Wellness cannot begin soon enough.

And now when Emma has a cough, a sniffle, cold or croup, it matters. When Clark starts chemo it will matter even more.

Finally, a neighbor contacted me today and let me know that there are two other people on our street that have cancer (the other two are in their seventies) besides Clark. News like this is hard. On top of that, I had to send out a sympathy card to a new friend tonight for the mother she lost. This is the second sympathy card I have had to send out in the last week.

Tomorrow will bring new hope I know as I rest my head besides Clark tonight. God's light will shine on us and we laugh again-hopefully Chester will not hear us.

Sunday

Cancer. My husband has B-cell lymophoma. He is almost 42 years old and we have a three year daughter. How did cancer get into the equation? We went from trying to having another child to this. From infertility treatment to a bone biopsy in a blink of an eye (before starting chemo, we will be banking sperm for a later use God willing).

Someone mentioned to me that people are in our corner. I, we, are not cowered in a corner, but are on the front lines in God's hands. I have said that cancer is a part of our lives but will not be our lives. We are young and strong. Clark's cancer has a survival rate of 70-80%. These are good odds.

The doctors said that it will get worse before it gets better so we know it will be a bumpy road but we know crisis management (after all both of us worked in the banking industry for years).

This travel will not be pretty but it will be our journey on getting Clark well.