I blurted out one of those classic ironies the last time I was with Sharon at her infusion. (I missed last Friday, but it was the first time I had missed any of them and, Lord willing, the last. Big thanks to Irene and Sue for helping out.) We climbed the four flights of stairs as we normally do and Sharon had settled into the recliner. The nurse took her blood pressure and commented on how great the numbers were. At that moment I turned to Sharon and said, "Except for the cancer, you're in really good shape."
For those of you who have walked through seasons like this you understand. Life takes on a surreal quality that is almost indescribable. Your options are laugh or cry. We've done both.
