Cancer Diary: Happy Valentine's Day, Carl
Tomorrow is Valentine's day, the first one without you. I want you to know that I received the note above a couple of days after you died. I do not know why it took over a week to reach me; perhaps I was distracted with your dying and spending every minute I could with you even though you were barely aware (seemingly) of what was going on around you.
I am told that with the brain fog from hypercalcemia and chemotherapy, it would have taken much effort for you to be able to get online and write this note. I am so glad that you did. That note is the centerpiece on our bureau now.
Thank you, too, for the poppies. I know you loved California poppies; that is why I asked you to send me poppy flowers after you died so that I would know that you are okay. Well, even though all the flower books say that poppy season ended six months ago, you have done a good job of keeping at least a couple of the poppy plants blooming. The one at the bottom of the hill had three blossoms yesterday, spreading their petals under the sun. I assume that is your doing. I assume it will be easier for you when poppy season starts in a couple of months.
Until then, those poppies of yours remind me of your love every day when I leave home, and the note on the bureau reminds me of it when I come back home.
Tomorrow, I am going to buy one of those little boxes of chocolates you always gave me for Valentine's Day. Tomorrow will be the best day this week.
BTW - I love !
sent from Betty's laptop