We’ve been empty nesters this week, with all 4 kids at Camp Kesem! Mat is kicking it on projects, our construction at home is finally done! We have a totally awesome new master bath, and a few other things our contractor did. We might have to sell a couple kids to pay the last invoice, though.
He’s helping me weed - I felt well enough to get on the ground to help him tonight! He has a list of things to do each day, he just scurries around getting stuff done. I love him for retiring from education so he ca be home with me. It’s been an adjustment figuring out what help I really need, and when I tell him to go away. He asked me, after driving by myself to my friends in Kaysville, “how was that? did you do OK?” Not only did I do that, but I brought 33 bags of compost home because they were on clearance! (I didn’t load them and we have yet to unload them.) I guess he needs to know because my body is falling apart.
I called Huntsmans research coordinator to get some details about how to donate my body for breast cancer research. They have to have my body within 2 hours of dying. They want to make sure the cancer tissue doesn’t die, which it will if it takes too long to harvest. See?! There is a cure for cancer! You just have to die first!
With no kids around, we went out to eat tonight. There’s a great Thai place where Sizzler used to be. Yum! I really like it, maybe even better than Thai In Town. That’s saying something! After we were seated, I said, “Mat, I don’t…. I immediately teared up, so I told him I would tell him later. I managed to pull myself together pretty quickly.
Tonight after prayers, he asked me what I was going to say. “I don’t want to die!” and the tears came with it. I don’t want to believe that this was supposed to happen. But it WAS supposed to happen. I’ll probably not understand it until I’m on the other side.
Poor Mat.
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