Running his fingers across my stomach he smiles.
“That looks good.” he says with devilish eyes.
Sarah nods from a distance.
In another corner, an Asian woman with long blue hair sits quietly watching.
Caught up in the moment, I smile with moist eyes.
The world stops spinning for a second.
“Yeah that’s a nice scar,” my oncologist says standing up.
“It is isn’t it?” My wife beams, still getting over the breakup with our surgeon.
The Intern silently claps but remains seated.
Laughing, I hit "Send" and wait to see if Sarah responds.
I never know if my wife's going to respond or not because if she thinks whatever I share is stupid, or she doesn't understand, she won't dignify me with a response.
That just makes me try harder.
The phone buzzes and I jerk it off the table.
“Your side sure,” Sarah replies, "mine would start, 'how can you not love a bald guy who compliments your long flowing hair'?"
Erupting into deep laughter I rush to our room, where she's resting, to laugh with her.
"We're so funny," I giggle.
"I am," she answers, straight faced but with dancing blue green eyes.
We've just returned from the Mayo Clinic in Jacksonville, FL where I expected to see a giant jar of lit Mayonnaise revolving on top on a Hospital.
Equally as brilliant as her daughter, Sarah's Mom's already watched a Youtube Video on the Amazing Mayo Brothers of Sueur, Minnesota, Will and Charlie.
I am humbled by these men's accomplishments, legacies and current best practices.
Sarah and I are processing our first visit.
After an exhausting morning, making certain Che's routine of Public School Pre-K after a year of lock down, her Mom's determined her life's going to be "normal,” we made the 2 hours to Jacksonville
Laurel, our 17 yr old full time College student who hasn't graduated from High School yet, got up early to up accomplish Che's "normalcy" by disrupting her own.
Anyway, the Mayo Clinic is great!
We're going back next week!
So much for Laurel's schedule getting back to normal soon.
In the scheme of things, nothing's changed. I still have Cancer that's growing and surgery's no longer an option. Thankfully, neither is Chemo. There are other things with side affects though we understand as the next step in, well, keeping things like they are.
I like things like they are.
I listen to good music. Drink some Rum. Smoke lots of weed. Sit beside Che every second I can. Laugh at Laurel's latest scheme. Wonder how much food Cassidy's taking from our house to her father's house because she doesn't like the food choices there. Marvel at my wife's craziness, brilliances and, I admit it, the woman is funny as Hell!
"Let's write a blog together," I suggest.
"I can't write with you," my beautiful wife grins, "you make up too much shit.”
My wife’s funny as hell I tell ya.
Funny as Hell, I tell you.
