some moments

Some moments, I forget that this is a good week.  We're home, probably for six more days.  Long enough to resume a normal rhythm, but I don't know what this means, not anymore, and I'm not sure what such a thing would be, again.

Some moments, I forget Rich has cancer.  He is at work, today for the first full day since the last surgeries.  He is wearing a tie and attending meetings.  Once this was ordinary.

Some moments, I forget what happens next week, and the weeks thereafter.  Radiation and its knock-on effects.  Chemotherapy.  If they "work," he will be in pain unknown.  If they don't...but that's a hundred years away.

So I don't worry.  I don't want to waste a good week.

Candace