Cancer is a big deal. Probably doesn’t get much worse than that when it comes to not feeling good. Just when June trusts that I will be there when she needs me, I end up with a nasty cold. The worse part? I would cough when I talked so I couldn’t even support her on the phone! No doubt she understood but I also know her well enough to know she felt let down.
On the up side… I noticed it really helped her to worry about me. She called more often and gave me orders like “go get some rest”. It was role-reversal and she thrived.
I think getting a break from her own illness was beneficial. It let her think about something else for a minute. I also believe she allowed herself to drift outside of herself and care about me because she knew whole-heartedly that I appreciate her… in sickness and in health!