Don’t Mess With Texas – or Nancy!

I hope everyone who is fighting cancer is a lucky as I am, in that Nancy, my wife of 34 years (at least until she reads this post!) has been by my side as the best caregiver a person could ask for.  I truly, truly love her and for the life of me I can’t figure out why she has put up with me for all these years – but I am so grateful she has! Having someone next you through your treatments is critical.  Unfortunately I’ve seen several marriages break up over cancer diagnosis-es and treatments  because it was much harder than what they expected when they vowed “in sickness and in health, till death do us part.”

But Nancy also has a very tough side and she does not suffer fools lightly.  I still remember when she was pregnant with our third child, she took an AFP test that came back showing that our baby might have spinal biffida or Downs Syndrome.  And it was going to be two weeks before she could have an amnio centesus test to confirm if our baby was going to be alright or not.  Those were the two longest weeks of our lives!  All that time to think about the “what ifs.” It was really, really terrible.

When we finally got in for her amnio centesus appointment, the doctor sat us down in his office and tried to reassure Nancy that “this wasn’t going to hurt.”  Well, Nancy would have none of that.  She snapped back “oh yeah, have you ever had that long needle shoved into your stomach?  You’re just a stupid man, a stupid, stupid man!”  As the doctor’s jaw hit his desk, I shrank down to about two inches tall in the chair next to Nancy.  Fortunately, our daughter Emily was, and still is, healthy and perfect in every way.

To this day I still live by the mantra “Don’t be a stupid man!”  I don’t always succeed, but I try – I am a man after all! I love you, Nancy!

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