Getting ready for new scans, chemo number 5, and several more trips to New York this week.
It doesn't get easier. The struggle is real, and sometimes it hits home in the smallest ways and other times in ways that completely knock the wind out of you. It can be lonely.
There is so much we can't control and so much we don't know. All I know for certain is that I love this man with everything I have. I want him to be okay. I want him to have days where he doesn't have to think about cancer, treatments, scans, appointments, or what comes next. I just want him to have moments where he can simply be Dave and enjoy life without worry.
So we keep going. One appointment, one treatment, one trip, and one day at a time.
We hold onto the good days, laugh whenever we can, love a little harder, and remind ourselves that tomorrow isn't promised to any of us.
Each day together truly is a gift.