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A few years ago I wrote a journal entry here about my wife and her battle with cancer. I received emails and messages from lots of folks expressing the fact that they took inspiration from what I wrote. People wanted to know how she was doing. People were inspired by my obvious love for this woman and my pride in her brave struggle against this terrible disease.
The truth is very rarely as beautiful as the things we like to write down.
I remember how fragile she seemed as the chemo treatments coursed their way through her body.
I remember hiding away when her hair started falling out so she wouldn't see the tears I could no longer fight back.
I remember imagining my life without her if she lost the fight, and how horribly empty it seemed.
I remember watching her sleep; the steady rise and fall of her chest as her body fought for every breath
I remember touching her face lightly with my lips while she dreamed.
I remember telling her I would love her forever...and meaning it with all my heart and soul.
Her hair grew back in and the color returned to her face. The bandages came off and once again there was a future I could stand to consider.
How is a person supposed to react when their spouse says something as horrible as "I don't love you anymore"? How is one supposed to cope when those words come on the same day the bandages come off and the healing process is finally complete? How can the human mind comprehend something as horrible as the fact that the person you love the most has used you, and once your usefulness is at an end they intend to cast you aside?
And so I've continued to live without her after all, and it turns out it is possible to find happiness after such an horrific event. For anyone out there who is reading this and going through the worst period of their life, trust me that it will get better. Embrace the world and find happiness again. We are here for only a little while, and it seems a shame to waste precious seconds dwelling on things that keep us from smiling.
In the end, all of us are warriors.
--Romey
The truth is very rarely as beautiful as the things we like to write down.
I remember how fragile she seemed as the chemo treatments coursed their way through her body.
I remember hiding away when her hair started falling out so she wouldn't see the tears I could no longer fight back.
I remember imagining my life without her if she lost the fight, and how horribly empty it seemed.
I remember watching her sleep; the steady rise and fall of her chest as her body fought for every breath
I remember touching her face lightly with my lips while she dreamed.
I remember telling her I would love her forever...and meaning it with all my heart and soul.
Her hair grew back in and the color returned to her face. The bandages came off and once again there was a future I could stand to consider.
How is a person supposed to react when their spouse says something as horrible as "I don't love you anymore"? How is one supposed to cope when those words come on the same day the bandages come off and the healing process is finally complete? How can the human mind comprehend something as horrible as the fact that the person you love the most has used you, and once your usefulness is at an end they intend to cast you aside?
And so I've continued to live without her after all, and it turns out it is possible to find happiness after such an horrific event. For anyone out there who is reading this and going through the worst period of their life, trust me that it will get better. Embrace the world and find happiness again. We are here for only a little while, and it seems a shame to waste precious seconds dwelling on things that keep us from smiling.
In the end, all of us are warriors.
--Romey
Devious Journal Entry
In the valley lay the mist…
And in the mist was she.
Tears were spilt and voices raised
As the moans of grief and wails
Of the desperate drift like smoke.
Smell of Earth and green leaves
Wet with dew open in a
Warm embrace, greeting their son.
"Do you hear, o child? The song
And tale are spoken here! Oh Father
In Heaven hear this tale and hide
Us away from your stare!"
Waiting in the valley was the mist…
And in the mist was she.
Through the dark of morning
Come away and don't look back.
Forge ahead and follow the water
Down into the deep, to the old places of the world.
Weep and wail mothers and pace
The floor,
My Wife, the Warrior
My wife was born October 14, 1972.
As a child her body betrayed her. Her back bent in a way that would, the doctors told her mother, grow progressively worse. Her nerve endings would develop tumors that, though benign, could cause her some difficulty later on in life as they may begin to grow uncontrollably. Surgery was going to be necessary to correct the immediate problems, and further surgery would be likely down the road. The knife would know her flesh, and metal would be bound to her bones.
The child that would one day become my wife bared her teeth and met this enemy head on. Her mother wept at her side. She comforted her mother
An Update
Hey there! First of all, I'd like to thank everyone who has commissioned artwork from me, or who has put some of my work on their favorites list...or who has just sent some encouraging words my way. All artists are secretly praise-whores, so I thrive on that kind of thing.
There have been some big changes in my life over the past few months. My beautiful wife has been diagnosed with breast cancer, and it's thrown us all for a loop. The good news is that the doctors don't think that is has spread, so it's not life-threatening. Still, surgery is in the immediate future. Right now they're testing some suspect skin spots to rule out melano
Still Doing Commissions
Hey, guess what? I'm still doing commissions! I'm becoming increasingly popular amongst those who order custom art, which just goes to show that there's no accounting for taste. Seriously though, I appreciate all you guys out there who have already commissioned me to bring your imagination to life, and I can only hope that more folks will jump on board in the future. After all, this is how I keep the lights on!
Oh, and I'd like to send a big shout-out and thank-ya to my friends the Mitchells, who have been customers since the early days, and friends almost as long. Their patience, understanding and friendship mean a great deal to me. E
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Romey,
I am so sorry to hear this, but take pride in yourself, in what you have done, and in whatever magnificent things you will do in the future.
God Bless, and if there is anything I can do to help you, please ask.
Take care, be well, and as you say, smile. There is little enough kindness in the universe, don't let this extinguish yours.
Earl Allison
I am so sorry to hear this, but take pride in yourself, in what you have done, and in whatever magnificent things you will do in the future.
God Bless, and if there is anything I can do to help you, please ask.
Take care, be well, and as you say, smile. There is little enough kindness in the universe, don't let this extinguish yours.
Earl Allison