Turning a corner

5 weeks have passed.

We are in the last phase of the treatment and yesterday and today he finally got some of his energy back, his voice and lastly his appetite.

I can't tell you how this makes me feel. He told me joke after joke today when I got home. We watched the Mets lose then win, we watched Tiger Woords in the US open and the Celtics. We watched a great new Law and Order CI and the In Plain Site and rounded the night out with The Soup.

A lot of TV but then that's about all we have energy for tese days. We had a good time though. We talked a lot we had some really entertaining moments.

Last night was even better. I went away to Lily's without him. Much as I didn't want to. I did not want to spend my birthday without him. But I went and came home the same night. I had a good time. As much as could while worrying about him.

By the time we got to dinner... Lily came in with a piece of paper and said that before the festivities REALLY got out of control, she had been asked by someone who was unable to be with us to read something special.

And she proceeded to read a note from Jon about me and how much I do for him and how important I am to his recovery and how I put up with so much always with a smile and how it's a life debt that he looks forward to repaying for the rest of his life.

I , of course, cried.

Because that's what I do.

I actually thought he forgot. I really did. And spent about 4 days being hurt by that.

It was a lovely surprise. But here's the irony. I bought him a card about sending him healing thoughts. And included my poem in it.

So we both gave each other something from ourselves when the other wasn't around.

When I got home, he was waiting up for me. He couldn't wait til I got home.... It was so cute - he's been sitting on this surprise for over a week. I was touched.

We are headed into the last chemo treatment on Tuesday. There is every possibility his anti nausea meds will not make it to the hospital in time thus ensuring a horrible week at the minimum.

He'll be OK. I know in my gut that this is going to be OK. I can't wait for him to get better. He is talking about all the things he wants to do when he's better.... a VERY good sign.

I have four more weeks. I feel like it's groundhog day.....