New Doors Opening

As a result of metastatic melanoma, my husband had half of his right lung removed. The surgery was painful and the recovery was overwhelmingly long. He was instructed not to drive for eight weeks. Never one to sit idle, he was desperate to go back to work after only two weeks. “If you’ll drive me, I can get back to work,” he said.

At first, it was enjoyable to drive him everywhere, especially since his job involved visiting several different places each day. We’d leave every morning with the excitement of spending the day together. But, after a few weeks, I wanted to get back to my daily routine. He made dozens of stops and I was left to stare out the car window. One day faded into the next.

One morning, he told me, “I want you to go in with me.”

I was hesitant to go into all the different buildings full of strangers. But the more I did, the more I loved going to work with him and meeting new people.

The weeks were up way too soon. He was finally able to drive himself. I found I really missed our outings. I treasure the time we spent together and will always remember the days traveling for his work that became an unexpected blessing.