Life Can Tumble Sometimes..
I apologise for the lack of contact and writing over the weeks since before Christmas, and I appreciate your patience. Life can sometimes take us on a tumble, and ours has.
Before Christmas, further medical investigations into Tim’s pain led us to hear the word cancer for the first time. As Christmas rolled into the New Year, it was confirmed that Tim has bone marrow cancer, and we started a different life chapter from the one we had planned.
‘Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.’ ~ John Lennon
We’re on the treatment road with Radiotherapy behind, and Chemotherapy ahead, aiming for remission.
We lean into our inner strength and our bond as a team. We pivot in an instant to change course as strange and unknown occurrences arrive without warning, and loved ones react in a variety of ways.
Tasty food, soothing baths, nattering about nothing in particular, making plans for a model railway indoors, a steam railway in the garden, future steam railway, club and rally visits, and naps and rest are now part of our daily round. Soothing messages reassure shattered children.
We hold hope, and I carry a picture of Tim in my heart, healthy and happy, in his overalls, with oily hands, wearing his cloth cap, pottering in our workshop, and working on his beloved steam engines.
We have decided not to share the daily details of this life chapter, but Tim has insisted that I carry on writing. We are nurturing each other and the pins in our life map that bring us back to our calm centre and maintain our flow together.
It is calm at home, and we know how to nurture that calmness within and for each other.
Right now, I have no clue what form my writing will take, but I sense that themes of comfort and calmness will feature.
‘Love is a powerful energy’ ~ Tim & Jane Dalton
Jane, I sensed something was amiss in your life after you left a comment on my recent writing. I have been on this journey, although for us it was an 85 day struggle with acute myeloid leukemia. Although it did not end well for my beloved husband, we were positive until the last day that he would survive. That is the kind of optimism you must carry with you. We never let doubt in the door. It was a gift to him, albeit a hardship from me to overcome later.
From my experience, I began writing after his loss and that helped me to find new passions in service to others. It was the key to getting up each day. I did not know that writing could be this powerful and wish I had shown that kindness to myself earlier, during his battle.
Be good to yourself and each other. I will have nothing but healing thoughts for you both.
❤️❤️❤️🙏🙏🙏