During that time there have been so many ups and downs I can't even begin counting them all. But through it all, he's managed to keep a positive attitude -- and even lift my spirits, too.
One of the days I remember most is when we thought he'd be getting good news -- for a change -- about some tests. Instead, he learned the cancer had spread and he had to go through yet another round of chemo and radiation.
I rarely tell him I'm sad but, in a weak moment, I told him I was sad about this. He said, "Ah, but I breathe one more day."
I've told him I'd help him find the light at the end of the tunnel when he can't see past the darkness, but he's been a light for me, too.
Although he asks me to not be sad -- and I do my best at that -- he can't keep me from being frustrated.
That's what this poem is about.
