Tuesday, tomorrow, is the day my husband begins treatment for cancer.
It isn't chemo, but immunotherapy and is supposed to be a lot easier on the system.
It seems so long ago since he had surgery, almost two months, and we felt this day would never get here. We had to wait for a span of six weeks where it was open for him to get one day a week for six continuous weeks. He's been surprisingly positive, and I'm so proud of him, as I know how scary it must be.
A friend at work gave him a copy of the book "The Secret", and it has completely changed the way he thinks. He also watched the film, and realizes what a difference being positive can be.
He has started to paint again, after about four years. Many years ago he asked for oil paints for Christmas, I was puzzled. This was someone who had never painted in his life, and if you had asked me I would have said he was colour blind. But, it was what he wanted so I bought them.
After a week or so he set everything up and began, sometimes he had to ask me what colours made green, or purple, but he soon figured it out. It was entirely new to him, he didn't even remember doing art at school. Over the years he has done many pictures, my favourite of Lake Como in Italy hangs in my sister's home. The one shown here is from a photo he took a few weeks ago, when he decided if he was going to be home for a while he needed an indoor hobby.
It's not my type of picture, I like something with brighter colours, but it truly reflects the scene that day. Who knows, as he begins to heal perhaps the colours will lighten, the flowers will bloom, and the sun will shine. Art as healing, I think it will work.
Please think of him tomorrow.