I couldn’t help but remember this same time last year. We found ourselves at Bellevue Square to do something festive. Ours was never a family of tradition. Window shopping came close.
Only last year, I didn’t feel much like doing anything but crawling up into a ball and waiting to be swept away like the rest of the trash. Last year, my husband was diagnosed with an aggressive form of bladder cancer and scheduled for major surgery, his first.
Our family didn’t know whether we’d survive.
This year, the holidays are back, and so are we. It was only coincidence — terrible traffic on I-5 leading downtown — that led us back to Bellevue Square.
When I brought up how lucky we are to have weathered that storm, my husband brought up another: His urology checkup’s due this coming week, then, if the scope’s clear, the next round of BCG treatments after the new year.
It was all I could do not to dwell on the negative what-ifs, or let that cloud mess with our current joy.
We’ll deal with whatever comes, as it comes. For now, I’m so very grateful for a year with my husband, 26 total to be exact, and for the health and well-being of our only child, a teenager now who’s an inch taller than his father.
So very grateful.