Facing Terminal Cancer Diagnosis With a Loved One. How We Coped.

February 2003 – Follow On My Heels Part II

I gripped the steering wheel, pressed my foot down hard on the accelerator, and sped toward home, while the words terminal cancer ground into my heart and fused into my brain.

I held  my emotions in check until we walked into our kitchen where our youngest son met us and said, “How did it go?”  I opened my mouth to speak, but a gasp so violent erupted from within me, I fled to the mudroom and buried my face among the coats to muffle my sobs.

A moment later, I felt the touch of gentle hands reaching for me. I turned and looked at my husband and son. There we stood wrapped in each other’s arms. Tears were our words. Love our binding strength.

Our emotions spent, I said, “Come on, let’s go to the kitchen, open a bottle of our best wine, and toast to the life we have together.”

When we raised our glasses, Werner said,  “I’m so sorry, I thought I had more time to spend with you. I didn’t want to leave you so soon.”

“Please, you must not apologize to us ever. You did not choose cancer. It forced itself on you. So let’s toast to us, our love and each other.”

And so we did!



Part III – Follow On My Heels