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Chapter Fifteen

Our married life has been like a Charles Dickens novel. The opening paragraph of Dickens’ novel, A Tale of Two Cities begins:
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.”
The two cities referred to are London and Paris during the turmoil of the French Revolution. There have been periods of turmoil in our marriage. Indeed, the best of times and the worst of times, belief and unbelief, Light and Darkness, hope and despair, se…

Chapter Fourteen

During the course of my Christian walk, God has been faithful to introduce women into my life. These women have served as role models and persons whose lives I would hope to emulate.
One such woman was a “back door” neighbor, advanced in years and she lived behind us in our small Home Town Community in Ohio. Oh, we didn’t attend the same church, but we found our common thread in our faith. I would be outside working in the garden and here she would come bearing gifts of vegetables or flowers from her own garden along with pearls of wisdom and home-spun humor.
Her husband had owned the “mom & pop” hardware store in the community until his retirement. As the years progressed, so did his Alzheimer’s. He often wandered off from home and “lost his way”. She would notify the police department and being it was a small community, they would locate him and bring him home. Truly, it was like reading the Nicholas Sparks novel, “The Notebook.”
Even when he no longer recognized her, she fai…

Chapter Thirteen

It has been over 30-days since the last chemotherapy.  It was the fourth and final treatment. As with all the previous ones, the side effects were more intense. I kept reassuring myself that I could do this, that with the medication I could survive the nausea, the debilitating tiredness and two naps a day. Naps? They were more like lapsing into a coma as I would sleep for at least two hours at a time.
I wanted to wait until I had the PET scan and met with the oncologist, Dr. Garland, before writing. This past Monday I met with the Dr. Garland. Everything looks good. There are still two areas – one in what remains of my left lung and another in the right lung, but she feels they will not evolve into anything else as they have remained constant for two years of CT, PET scans and MRIs.
I wonder how many procedures it takes to begin glowing in the dark? Dr. Garland asked about the tiredness and I admitted that I still had bouts of tiredness, but not as bad as they were while having chem…