We all have fantasies concerning love. And that's fine, as long as we remember that when push comes to shove, it is the realities of love that truly matter. It's when the going gets tough, the tough get going, and true love can really be seen, and felt. It's easy to love someone who is beautiful, or handsome, and super sexy. But, no matter how beautiful or handsome, and super sexy a person is when they are young, sooner or later, age catches up with us all. So beware of those who love you for your looks. Or of loving someone for their looks. If looks are what is loved, what will happen when ages fades those looks? What will happen if an accident takes those looks? Or sickness plays havoc with the face and figure that is loved? It's also easy to love someone when everything is going great. It's when you can love them when things are at their worst, you know the love is real. And oh yeah, man Larry and I have had more than a couple of those worst times. Been through some hard times that tested us to the max. Had to eat quail we trapped for a few weeks one year when he couldn't find work anywhere. I cleaned other people's houses during that time to help make sure us and the horses were fed. We made it through those times because we did love each other.
Our marriage has never been perfect. We have fought furiously at times. Even separated for a brief time. And yeah, sometimes, because of things he has done, my love for him grew cold as ice. Like a lot of people, he sometimes didn't have enough sense to know a good thing when he had it. Wanted his cake, and to eat it. That cost him dearly because this little cupcake gets real damn hard nose about that kind of crap.
Now we are once more facing very difficult times. We are starting a journey that is going to have some very very rough spots along it. It doesn't matter to me the first chemo treatment made his hair fall out so bad he chose to shave his head so he could eat without hair falling into his food. Real love doesn't care about hair. What matters is he wants to live. He wants to enjoy life again. So despite his moaning I'm trying to killing him, I am going to be there every step of the way, helping him achieve his goals. Which is why he rolled himself around that little circle in the courtyard again today.
In order to come home to live, he knows he must do the all he can to get his body in the best shape possible for the chemo treatments that are ahead of him. Since the doctor wants a regime of one a week for three weeks, then a week off, for we don't know how long, it's a damn good thing I'm getting sort of fond of kissing and rubbing the top of his bald dome because he's going to be that way for awhile. Which is fine with me. What I'm concerned with right is getting him as healthy and happy as possible for the battle ahead of us.
