Monday was the 36th anniversary of my first date with Prince Charming. Yes, I know it’s amazing that I remembered the date after all the years we spent apart. But he’s my Prince Charming and I’ve remembered lots of little details about our time together. What is even more amazing is that Prince Charming ALSO remembered the anniversary! Okay, so he didn’t remember the EXACT date but he did remember it was sometime in the middle of November.
We had a special romantic dinner and then spent the evening slow dancing in the living room to some very special songs. It was wonderful!
But before we could have the anniversary celebration . . . we went with his parents to the Big City Hospital so that his dad could have a biopsy on the spot they found on his lung. The biopsy went as well as could be expected. The preliminary news was about what we expected. Not good news but we would learn more details at the follow-up appointment at the end of the week.
It was very strange to be so excited to be spending the entire day with Prince Charming knowing that the first part of the day was going to be so difficult for everyone. I felt guilty about the plans that we had to celebrate the anniversary and asked Prince Charming if he wanted to delay it a day or so. He said that wasn’t an option. It was the first time in 34 years that we were able to celebrate that special day together and it was as important to him as it is to me. He also said that if we were going to be dealing with a long term illness for his dad, we would need to make as much of our lives as normal as possible. We need this celebration.
So the news turned out to be as bad as we expected. We don’t have all the details yet. There’s still one more follow-up appointment with another specialist to get all the treatment details worked out. Like Prince Charming said, in the meantime life marches on. Thanksgiving is around the corner. Christmas follows close behind. New Year’s Eve . . . all the things that he and I have been waiting for with such great anticipation. All of the excitement of all the “firsts” of a new romance . . . are now tainted with the realization that it might also be “lasts” as well.