Last Friday night I got a burst of energy and wanted to go with Paul to look at BBQ's - our current one is falling apart. I had been given a gift card from my staff for Home Depot and we were hoping to use this toward the BBQ. As Paul looked on wondering where I suddenly get this energy, I began to look for the gift card. I knew I had put it in a special place.... 20 minutes later and in extreme frustration and fear that I had lost it, we had even cleaned out areas where junk collects, and I had gone through my purse...twice. Paul said we needed to find the card before we went out shopping, and while I agree, I am SO done with looking.
Paul reaches for my purse and asks "have you checked in here?"...I snapped that of course I had! He asked, "Do you mind if I look?". Within about 10 seconds he found the card, in the special, relatively visible spot (that I had looked at twice), in my wallet!!! So in that moment, there's the sheepish - what is wrong with me??? Very quickly though, that is followed with gratitude. How fortunate am I to have someone who is willing to take a second or third look? Who, even when he feels like settling down and relaxing on a Friday night, will traipse all over town to humour my 'vision' for our outdoor living. And that is only the start of it. And yet, I also realize how easy it is to take that all for granted. To be so focused on me and my survival, mood, soreness, losses, that I miss the significance of this 'second look' person in my life.
This journey isn't easy and we have some work to do together to prepare for the trickier times of treatment ahead. And, I gratefully realize and remember, I am so well cared for and supported.
Paul reaches for my purse and asks "have you checked in here?"...I snapped that of course I had! He asked, "Do you mind if I look?". Within about 10 seconds he found the card, in the special, relatively visible spot (that I had looked at twice), in my wallet!!! So in that moment, there's the sheepish - what is wrong with me??? Very quickly though, that is followed with gratitude. How fortunate am I to have someone who is willing to take a second or third look? Who, even when he feels like settling down and relaxing on a Friday night, will traipse all over town to humour my 'vision' for our outdoor living. And that is only the start of it. And yet, I also realize how easy it is to take that all for granted. To be so focused on me and my survival, mood, soreness, losses, that I miss the significance of this 'second look' person in my life.
This journey isn't easy and we have some work to do together to prepare for the trickier times of treatment ahead. And, I gratefully realize and remember, I am so well cared for and supported.