When I was diagnosed with breast cancer 12 years ago, my life and the lives of my children were forever changed. My priorities weren't the same, and I definitely learned to NOT sweat the small stuff. The kids dealt with my mortality in their own ways -- Robin's way was detailed in our book IT'S NOT ABOUT YOU:a mother & daughter's journey. Matt kept it inside.

Now the tables have turned on  me. I'm not worrying about my mortality this time, but my husband's. He had a heart attack a week ago, then a sextuple bypass last Thursday. He's doing wonderfully, but I keep thinking "I was 'this close' to losing him." He's my best friend. And although I know I could live without him, I would've pulled myself together and gone on, I don't want to. 

Where will life take us now? Will I be afraid for him when we're not together? Can I go back to work without wondering if he needs me to help him? And how do I let him know how much he means to me without getting all teary-faced all the time.

I suppose I'll figure this all out over the next few weeks. Milloins of people go through this all the time and make it just fine. But it gives me something to reflect on. Something else to keep me from completing my manuscript...

Cindy