David stares silently ahead listening.
"I love being out. Going places again. Seeing how fast everything is changing."
"Have you been touched by depression?" he asks, jerking the conversation in another direction while continuing to stare, and drive, straight ahead.
The slap of tires rhythmically hitting the road fills the silence for a spell. .
"That's a word Sarah and I toss around lately," I finally answer.
Shades of green fly passed the window, under a clear blue sky with white cotton Candy mountains floating overhead.
"How does anyone who's depressed know they're depressed?" I smirk.
David shares a time when he struggled and gives a great pep talk. When he's done I feel our team will beat anyones.
"Sarah and I have wondered aloud about that word the last few days," I say as traffic thickens at the JAX Airport Exit.
We both worry about the other.
Sarah wonders if I'm getting depressed as I stare off into space, don't answer direct questions or lose what we're talking about as we're talking!
I wonder if the weight of everything she carries is finally wearing her down, which makes her work even harder while maintaining a "normal" home environment for the girls while caring for herself!
"Do you think you are?" she asks as we talk after dinner.
"No, do you think you are?" I reply.
We agree we're not.
At least not yet anyway.
But we could be.
Honestly Sarah's too busy to be depressed, although she could reach a tipping point and spontaneously combust.
And no matter what's going on in my world, I'm doing my very best to find fun wherever I can, laugh as much as possible, play with Che, Tweet craziness, help Sarah if possible and tell her just how beautiful she is.
And that's okay.
I have tons to do myself while I'm vertical, mobile and seem to be speaking intelligible today.
Most every afternoon we've been getting spectacular Thunderstorms. As lightning flashes and thunder cracks, Sarah, Che and I snuggle on the sofas and Lainey, our Dalmatian, is scared to death and desperately wants Sarah to hold her.
The truth is we have constructed our own private sanctuary where we block out cancer, anything that takes too much energy which unfortunately include lots of people because we choose to focus our limited energies on what's most important, which is us.
Eventually Lainey ends up on the sofa too, where we hunker down in each other's arms, hugging, laughing and enjoying it as tropical storms rage all around us.
