Hiatus

I apologize.  I wrote in my last post that I would continue to write while we were home recuperating.  Clearly, that has not been the case.  Chris and I were home Saturday by noon.  Even though we were both beyond exhausted, we were beyond elated to finally be home.  As we were waiting for the discharge papers, I could not believe the butterflies I was feeling to get out of that hospital and get home with my husband.  I felt like our first week of summer could actually begin.  I thought I'd blog when I got home, let everyone know we were home safe and sound.  But my emotions surprised me, as most women's do.  I had no desire to blog, document or discuss.  Do you know the very first thing I did when we got home?  I unpacked.  I unpacked everything.  As quickly as I tried to make the hospital room home-like for Chris, I just as quickly tried erasing it. I tried to turn my home back into the warm, loving place we had worked so hard to make it. I wanted to forget about hospitals, and blood pressures, and Tylenol, and schedules, and cancer for the next nine days.  I wanted to be the newlyweds we were supposed to be this summer. I wanted to use my china, my wine glasses, my new water pitcher.  All of the wedding gifts you use during your first few years, then decades later you realize it's just easier to use paper.  I wanted to try new recipes that take ridiculous amounts of preparation only to be consumed, and possibly disliked, in twenty minutes.  I wanted to go shopping for the old school Schwinn bikes I'd been conning Chris into buying, so we could pedal around the neighborhood on a lazy summer morning.  I wanted to work in our flower gardens. I wanted to enjoy an early morning cup of coffee on our deck while the birds chirped and Sophie sunbathed. And we did. We did all of it.  Thank you so much for thinking about us.  Though we've remained quiet this week, your kindness has not gone unnoticed.  We have been blessed with meals, cards, gift certificates. It's overwhelming at times.  I can only hope someday we can pay it all forward.  I promise, we are going to try.  I will begin updating daily. As you know, tomorrow begins another week at Roswell. Our final hospital stay for the summer. We can do it.  I know we can.  We have all of you to help get us there.  I'm starting to see a small light at the end of the tunnel.  xo, Teresa