I've been thinking.
Thinking too much, I think.
I am holding my breath - until Tuesday.
Then my beloved man undergoes his second round of surgery for thyroid cancer.
He is terrified.
And so am I.
But I won't show him - he and our daughter are needing me to be strong. Be positive. And I shall be.
Everyone in the medical field is saying that everything is going to be ok.
That this is treatable and he will be fine, and being an ex nurse I know this already - however.......
I've loved this man since I was 16.
He said it was love at first sight - for me it was love at first laugh, and I've been laughing ever since.
That was so many years ago and yet it was yesterday.
He will get through this.
He will be back in my arms.
We will listen to his beautiful voice and he will make us laugh again.
Until then I'm just remembering to breathe.