he said while putting his work clothes and other assorted items that he had brought to my house, into his truck.
To think that a man, who couldn’t deal rationally with the small bumps in the road of a family life, could have dealt with being a family again while trying to hurdle the biggest bump ever, was sheer insanity.
I remember the exact moment that I knew I had to ask him to leave....it was before Christmas and he and I were in my garage getting down all the decorations from the attic when he asked “Did you talk to the chemo nurse about us having sex?”
“Yes, I did.” I replied.
“Well what did she say?”
“She said that as long as I felt good – it wasn’t a problem.”
He followed that with “Is that all she said?”
“Yeah, why – are you worried?”
Then the truth of the matter came out.....
“Can it get on me?” he asked.
“Can WHAT get on you?” I said....my voice getting angrier as I realize who this was about!
“Can the chemo get on me?"
We limped thru Christmas and then I asked him – no, I told him that he had to leave.
He proclaimed to be sad - but it didn't matter to me - I had something much bigger to fight.
with all my might.