Sometimes You Are Sad

I have been sad lately.  I can't seem to make decisions and find little joy in things that used to give me much pleasure.  I stay at home alone and busy myself with household tasks or watching TV for hours on end.  So what have I been thinking about?  My sister, a friend's death, financial decisions, insurance choices, etc.  It is hard for me to reach out to others for comfort.

Walter could see my sadness.  He did the nicest thing.  He surprised me with roses on a Friday afternoon.

Twelve Red Roses Cheered Up the Kitchen and Me

My Favorite Flower Smells Sweet



Roses From a Dear Husband

I called my sister on Saturday as we were leaving my friend's burial.  Something about that timing should have given me a caution.  But it didn't.  I just wanted to hear Jean's voice.

My friend that was buried (age 43) is the daughter of a good friend.  She had fought lung and brain cancer for six years.  In February, 2006, we were summoned to the hospital where we heard the diagnosis along with her family.  We were to leave on a cruise with her parents that weekend.  They did not go, of course.  But there were many cruises to come later on when their daughter stabilized more.

She went through chemo, losing hair, setbacks, etc. but always surprised the doctors with her determination and spunk.  She beat the odds by a landslide.  Although given 6 weeks to live, she lived a good life for six years.

My sister is going through breast cancer and when we expected a remission we were told that had not happened.  She let her body rest for a month and has now started taking a new form of oral medicine.  She takes it daily and is expected to take it for five years.

I had my phone on speaker when I spoke to her.  The conversation was short and of no consequence.  She was alive, taking her medicine as directed by her doctor and had walked a short distance.  Nothing any more important than that.  Walter said he thought the call was eerily short.  Maybe so.  But sometimes it is a long call with laughter and stories shared between us.  And sometimes, the calls are just like this one - short with not much new information.  We are at peace with this "phone dance".

Thanks dear husband for the roses, and most of all for the concern and sharing of my emotions.  I love you.