I Am A Rock

Into every life a little rain must fall.

 I knew this day was gonna come eventually . . . I thought/hoped/prayed we would have more time to prepare.  But God doesn’t share his timetable with us. 

 Prince Charming’s dad has lung cancer.

 Well, actually, he has a mass in his lung that is “more than likely” lung cancer.  It’s a 3cm by 3cm mass that’s attached to the right bronchi where it goes into the lung.  I have no idea what that means, that’s how it was described to me by Prince Charming after his parents talked to the lung doc.

 A biopsy is scheduled for the week before Thanksgiving and the results will be shared a few days later. 

 Prince Charming’s reaction was like he’d been punched in the gut.  Was this the reason he felt compelled to come home when his life was falling apart? 

 His parents are rather stoic and matter-of-fact about the whole thing.  They are telling us the usual things that you say when facing something like this.  It is what it is.  We don’t know anything for sure yet.  We will wait for the results and make decisions then. 

 I’m playing the role of the supportive significant other.  I’m listening to Prince Charming explain what he knows, how he feels, what he fears.  I’m going sit in the waiting room with Prince Charming and his mom the day of the biopsy.  He’s a little overwhelmed with the love and support that I’ve given him the past few days.  I explained to Prince Charming that my job is to take care of him so he can take care of the parents.  He’s calling me his rock. 

I’m having a serious case of Déjà vu.

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