So, two years and one day later, E. went out to lunch with some guys from work. He was late and they had already ordered, so he mooched off a piece of pizza and some chicken wings. Pizza and chicken wings! Two years ago, we were talking about feeding him through a feeding tube! And certainly not pizza and chicken wings! When I picked him up, he was still a bit hungry and I was staaaarving, so he indulged me in all-you-can-eat sushi. What a combo, eh? Pizza, chicken wings and sushi!
We had some enjoyable conversation, awesome sushi and great entertainment. Anyone who takes a two year old (yes, Peanut will be two in a few short weeks ... gasp!) to a restaurant knows that they bring their own entertainment with them ... waving at strangers, spilling miso soup, retrieving Lego men from under the table, blowing bubbles in his drink, yelling "GOAL" loudly at the television with his arms in the touchdown position every time he sees a ball on tv (ANY ball - football, soccer ball, basketball), climbing in and out of our laps, and throwing his arms around our necks in tight bear hugs while giving us big, slobbery smooches. The best entertainment in the world, I'll tell ya.
We know others that have started this journey at the same time, or even after us that haven't been as lucky. It doesn't always make sense, but it makes us all the more thankful. The time that we do have, that all of us have, is dang precious. There are so many moments worth treasuring that I want to permanently sear in my brain for safe-keeping so they are never forgotten. It may seem like just another lunch with a rambunctious toddler to you, but to us, it is a beautiful life. A beautiful life that two years ago we weren't so sure we'd be experiencing.
From here on out, I guess E. is considered to be living on "borrowed time." Time that we will surely continue to enjoy every minute of.
S.
Once again Sandy, nicely said!! Enjoy every minute! map
ReplyDeleteSandy I LOVE borrowed time! Jacque in Elko...HUGE HUGS to you all!
ReplyDeleteI have been following your blog since the beginning and my husband was one of the "others" that battled stage iv esophageal cancer. He was diagnosed about 4 months prior to E and fought very hard. He was 43 when he passed away, but I cling to your blog to know that cancer doesn't always win. Thank you for sharing and I continue to check in and continue to pray that E's battle will be the beginning of better things to come for all Esophogeal warriors.
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ReplyDeleteOther than a few family and friends, I had no idea that others read here. I am so sorry to hear that your husband had to fight this ugly battle too, and even more sorry to hear that he passed away. There is nothing nice about this disease. If you ever want to e-mail me privately, please do so. I walked that widowhood road before meeting E. and my heart goes out to you.
S.