Through out this journey I have peered in on him while he sleeps. Through his door at home standing stoic with tears in my eyes in the hallway. Quietly from beside him in hotels before we had the condo or from my own bed when he’s slept with me. Appreciating his peace, his breathing, his soft face not wincing in pain, his growing body so weak craving this sleep but because of pain he doesn’t often get. Rest is coveted in the cancer life. The body and mind so weary and drained. Life lost even though we are living as it’s passed us by, especially him. Stolen by pain caused by his cancer. A few more minutes and I will wake him for some breakfast before his appointment. A PTSD induced routine we are all accustomed to but never used to. Accepted with no choice. A freedom from pain and disease begged for in reality but only achieved in slumber.

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