This will be a short post...probably won't even fill the five minutes...and I'll take a break from the series about dealing with a dying spouse.
Why? Because today was truly ghastly, and I came close enough to making the transition from dying to dead..Bleeding that simply would not stop, and savage abdominal pain. (No health insurance, and the doctors have told me there's no more they can do anyway. SUch is life, but I would wish this on no one.)
And pain meds don't even touch it. Morphine, not Tylenol.
So, here goes...
When I hear the word 'dream', I think of the catchphrase, "Dream Big!"
And them my mind takes one more step...to Wilbur, of Charlotte's Web.
Wilbur, the Dream Pig.
The sweet, innocent creature who aspires only to a life lived without the shadow of the smokehouse.
All he really wants is to live...and so do I.
I want to see the sun come up tomorrow, and I'm afraid I won't.
I want to hold my wife. I want to at least talk to my dogs...even if I can't walk them.
Like Wilbur, the Dream Pig...
I want to live.
We're linked with Messy Marriage's Wedded Wednesday today.