The weird Phyllis Diller type woman on the front of the card
yelled, “I’m having a personal crisis.” It looked like something I might
purchase to give to husband. After all, menopause flips women end over end.
But no, the card is from husband to me. Bless his heart.
“Dear Mook,” he wrote. “I understand your chemical struggles
creates an imbalance….” He added a lot more and then wrote, “I didn’t mean to
cause you any stress this morning. I love you. Just look forward to coming
home. Don’t overwork.”
He closed with, “Remember, we will forget what is past and
press on to this one thing…to be like Jesus.”
He signed the card, Luke.
Why did I keep it? I don’t remember the situation—but the
card is silly-ridiculous and the sentiment he wrote so very sweet. It is
amazing we both lived through my menopause.
It’s a good thing husband isn’t here now. The follow up
treatment for breast cancer is Tamoxifen. The number one side effect of the
drug is hot flashes…worse than I ever had while menopausal. Since I don’t live
with anyone and my medical oncologist is wise, she found me medication to tone
down the sweats—and I’ve learned that yelling at anyone doesn’t help at all.
Phyllis didn't always look weird, but neither do I. It's only those moments in time--thankfully, I husband understood--most of the time.
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