my husband’s chest

You don’t need to tell me how lucky I am.

I have a roof over my head, great medical care and I’m surrounded by people who love me.

And don’t think I forget how very lucky I am to be alive at all. Why did I get to go into remission? Why me? I am indeed very fortunate.

But there are times when I do feel sad that I will never put this cancer behind me. I feel the toll ongoing treatment takes on my body and my emotional well being.

So last night I stood in my kitchen, with my head on my husband’s chest (we say we were built for each other. My head lands flat on his chest and tucks under his chin). He put his arms around me and we just stood there, breathing together.

He didn’t need to say anything. He understood my frustration. Only a few hours before I was finallly feeling sharp and healthy and energized. And then, after chemo, I stood in his arms, feeling sick and more than a little shaky.

He didn’t remind me how lucky I am.

But I know it.

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8 Responses to my husband’s chest

  1. Jenster says:

    This post makes me smile. Not because you didn’t feel good, but because my husband and I fit the same way. And I know just what a great place that is.

  2. I am grateful you have your husband’s chest upon which to lay your head.

    (I wasn’t about to say I’m glad for your husband’s chest. That would be weird.)

  3. Laurie says:

    Thanks to you both. Jenn- you totall get it. And Wife and Mommy – you made me snort!

  4. I can imagine the two of you standing there together… a sweet image.

  5. Ariela says:

    You SHould all be ashamed of yourselves for what you did to RivkA

  6. Laurie says:

    Ariela – I don’t think this post deserves that comment. Nor do I.

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