This week has been one of the hardest for me. Jeff is feeling much better and is eating, sleeping and working. I think I wait until he starts to bounce back before I start to relax and let down my guard and eventually meltdown. But a good cry does feel good. But this time my good cry has latest a couple of days. There is a good reason. The price of love and life and family is worth more than an ocean of tears. Here's our story of the week. We know someone that is young and strong like Jeff that is battling cancer. He's had a rough road and just found out that his disease has returned. I hate the ending of that story! From what we understand he will try some new chemo but has chosen not to undergo anymore radical treatments. If we had heard his story 2 years ago we would have been so judgmental in our opinion. We would have thought he had given up and not wanted to fight hard enough for himself or his family. We would have felt righteous in our words and we would have been wrong. And this is why I have cried all week. It's a realization that is heartbreaking but beautiful. When your body has been mutilated and destroyed by cancer and surgery and chemo and radiation, when every part of your body, except your soul, has been rendered broken, you are faced with a choice. To make your choice is very personal. And I am shamed that I would presume to know what is best for someone in that situation. Because today I know that if you chose to live the remainder of your life with a clear mind and surrounded by love and family, well that is about the bravest choice you could ever make. God bless the people that ever have to make those kind of choices. Because it could be you, or me and Jeff. I would say it's worthy of a good cry.
I made it through this tough week because of all the people God put along my path. Thank you Daddy for taking Jeff to the doctor. And a special thanks to M and M for getting me to Follett to watch Luke play. Blessed!
Jeff and Leta
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