Dignity does not come easy these days for my poor husband, as faculties high and low have a mind of their own. While he seems to take it all in stride as a part of the cancer, I can tell that it really bothers him to be so dependent on me.
We are both big fans of nature and love hiking, quiet getaways in the mountains, or simply piddling the day away by a stream. This morning as I fed him breakfast, he said he wished that we could be camping right now with the fire going, sleeping in a tent (on an air mattress of course), with the temperature just right; not too hot, not too cold, without a care in the world.
It made me think about picking dandelions as a little girl and making wish after wish after wish. It was so exciting to come upon them and just bounce from patch to patch thinking up wishes along the way. Wouldn’t it be nice if making our wishes come true were that simple? If I could make Tim’s wish come true right now just by blowing on a dandelion and watching the seeds float away through the air, that is where I would spend all of my time.
The next time you nature lovers happen to run across a dandelion, please think of him and make a wish on his behalf — that we will soon be care free and cancer free, and off to the mountains to wish the day away.