Archive for December 1st, 2008

Poor guy. He heads to the kitchen for water, “Want some?”
I was Ok but thought it’s nice of him so, “Ok.”

He got the water from the fridge, came and got my glass, filled it, drank it and came offering me the lid for the water pitcher.

Please speed this journey up, Lord, or turn it around. It’s difficult to watch, day after day.

Dear Santa,

Hi, it’s Me, again. I have to change my request from chocolate bonbons to something else. (Course, you could still leave the chocolate if you’ve already prepared for it!)

This Christmas I would like a little booklet of tickets – maybe 52, although 104 would be better – a book of tickets which make my man happy and willing to jump in the tub. Those ingenious elves of yours must be able to conjure up some idea which would help – the good Lord knows I can’t.

Actually, when the diagnosis was made, we would discuss our lot, sit and hold each other and rock. Tears would flow. Through all the sadness and disbelief we never, ever blamed God or said,”It’s God’s will.” We don’t feel that way. We know He could change our AD and heal it if it were for the best. My point is, He could make W happy to hop in the tub, too, but maybe this is to make me strong. It certainly has made me determined. Not often do I lose the battle, if I do it’s because I’m too tired to fight.

So (bonbons and) tickets are my new request – keep checking your mail as there are many days left before you hit for the skies in that big sled – I have a feeling I may be in contact again.

Most sincerely,
Your biggest fan,
Jean