I've never been a big talker, and can generally get by in conversation on about two words an hour. But this was a bit of an eye-opener for me, since
- I'm married to the lady
- I've got a terminal illness that directly influences her life
The reason for my vocal reticence is, I think, that I'm just really tired of having to process pain and discomfort twenty-four hours a day. Add to that writing about it, and having to dig pretty deep (painfully deep, sometimes) for truths...and I'd sure rather crack really bad jokes.
Such as...Why did God choose mary to be Jesus' mom?
Because she was clearly adept with handling children...after all, the Bible does say "she was great with child".
Did that distract you from my being, well, disrespectfully uncommunicative with my wife?
The point is that she shouldn't have to read about me in the papers, so to speak. No matter how tired I am of living cancer, I owe it to her to be at least illuminating, so that she can share this journey, and offer the compassion she so longs to give.
Music from Toby Keith, with How Do You Like Me Now?
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.