Exactly one year ago...

Sean started chemotherapy. I can't believe that a year has passed, and at the same time that whole ordeal feels like it happened ages ago.


Yesterday as I kissed him goodbye before he left for work, I felt a surge of gratitude that I'm able to have him here with me - healthy and happy. I think that every January I will think about that horrible winter when I watched my husband deteriorate before my eyes, not being able to comfort him or take his pain away. He suffered agonizing pain, sleepless nights, unbearable sickness, and embarrassing hair loss. We were both incredibly overwhelmed and at times couldn't get along at all. It was the longest three months of either of our lives, and I hope that we never have to go through anything so difficult again.

Tonight as I snuggle with the love of my life, I'm grateful for the blessing of time. I really believe the old cliche is true - time heals all wounds.