*A lot of you who read this blog probably, hopefully, received an email from me today outlining details about what Jonathan is going through right now. (If you didn’t, and want to read it, please e-mail me.) I intend to post those details up here at some point soon. The long and the short of it is that yesterday he was told that he most likely has some type of lymphoma which we are hoping has been caught in the early stages. More details will come as we have them.
It’s funny how seasons change so fast. When I left for Orange County last week it was in the 80s—an Indian summer in Sacramento. For so much of 2011 we had our eyes on summer, July, baby. July came and went, and then so did August. Summer’s heat began to wane and give way to a season I hadn’t yet completely pictured. I hoped the new season would hold time for me to write, begin contract work, and be with Anna. I just assumed it would be easy.
The weather changed yesterday. When I went for my morning run I had to go back inside to put on pants. It was cold. Fall had arrived, and so had a new chapter in our story.
Today is Day 1 of Jonathan’s journey into an unknown season called cancer. We hope the time spent here will be short, but unlike seasons of the year, cancer might last awhile. We are embracing it with hope and humor—or at least I like to think we are.
I asked Jonathan today if I could blog about his journey; our journey. He responded with, “What do you want to call the blog? Four lumps and a baby?”
Uh, I think I’ll stick to Barefooton45th.com- thanks.
Yes, the baby is the real clincher here, huh? We’re that young, sweet, nice couple that has a baby. And it’s so sad, because they have a baby! Let me assure you- we are not always nice and we’re really happy Anna is part of this journey. She brings us so much joy, and so much POOP, which are both welcome distractions right now. Who thought I’d ever embrace poop, right?
Tonight I’m trying to establish wife-of-the-year award by making Jonathan a Lego costume. Earlier this week I told him there was absolutely NO WAY I would help with his costume. Anna’s owl costume was first priority, along with my very thrilling week of lunch dates, a writing workshop, laundry, a dentist appointment, and a volunteer commitment. (My, how my life has changed since July!)
But, you know what? When someone is told they have suspicious spots in their chest, you just start feeling really guilty for not helping them with a Halloween costume. And then you start feeling even worse that you turned them down a day earlier when you thought they were healthy but now you’ve changed your mind because you’ll do anything to make them happy. I can’t let the poor guy show up at work on Friday wearing a suit while everyone else looks like idiots. And, we all know that when men wear tights they are certain to look hilarious and stupid which is key to winning his office costume competition. And I’ll be darned—he better win—there is a $100 Visa gift card up for grabs and we could really use a killer glass of wine and a nice dinner.
We went to a church service tonight. Our friends Eric and Camille invited us to pop by for prayer. We have both felt covered today in the love of family, friends and strangers who have called or emailed to tell us they are praying, and asking what they can do to help. What a gift we are being swept into. At tonight’s service there were a hundred voices speaking on Jonathan’s behalf. The sound was beautiful and calming in a way I’d never experienced before. I am praying that Jonathan’s parents, sisters and brother feel that same peace we experienced tonight.
It’s late now. Jonathan went to bed. I really want to join him but his costume is still soaking on the stove. He better win that contest. Seriously.