Sleepless in Cote St. Luc

Today holds special meaning for us. I suppose that is last night was spent in fitful sleeplessness. The first dose of chemo will go down this evening, marking the start of another journey (a new leg, at the very least). May he face no detours along the way. Here's to a smooth ride for my courageous, loving partner.

Today I broached the subject head on: "Are you afraid?" He answered, "Why should I be? It will be fine, and stop worrying. You won't kill me!" I'm still reeling from discovering myself as a 'repeat offender.'

Gilly spent the better part of his day weeding his garden paradise. Our cordless phone kept ringing with calls from well wishers, offering support as readies himself for the next phase.

Gilly sat on the balcony to chat each time I beckoned him to the phone. After each call, he stood up and announced, "The work won't get done by itself," and energetically returned to his labour of love.

May the sun continue to shine on him and may his garden bless him with the promise of May flowers over the next 6 weeks.