It’s Tuesday. A month shy of a year ago, we learned of Tim’s cancer….on a Tuesday.
Today was a normal day: school, work, errands, all the busy. Tim and I sat in the oncologist’s office this morning before the day sped forward, and heard the word we’ve been waiting almost a year for: Remission.
There have been lots of Tuesdays in between the bad news and the good. We’re particularly grateful for this Tuesday.
Tonight, as I stood amongst dinner dishes, I looked up past the celebratory Dollar Store star balloons (turns out that ‘remission’ balloons aren’t easy to find on short notice) to a normal, everyday scene: Tim and kids and dogs and sunlight casting warm shadows and nobody doing a whole lot. Normal Tuesdays, right now, are everything.
We may not know how long the remission will last, but we’ve been gifted more Tuesdays - the normal and the bad and the good, and maybe some extraordinary. We get to live.
