I have had this topic in my head for a few days now. What is normal? Normal life? Unfortunately at the Hospital, Internet connectivity is a little slow (it makes me think of the South Park episode from this Wednesday night). The website dictionary.reference.com has a definition of normal as: 2. serving to establish a standard.

Previous to last September, normal for us was probably just like everyone else (at least that is what we like to think). Abbey would work with the kids at pre-school and I was working downtown. Hospital trips were few and far between (ask me sometime about our “motorcycle accident”). Honey’s energy levels were up and we could stay out all day and party all night (well at least till 10pm.). We could eat at restaurants whenever we wanted and didn’t have to worry about whether or not food was too spicy (Honey would never choose the spicy green chili at the Rio anyways). We would ride motorcycles together and go see bands that had people we knew playing in them.

Most of that has changed. Normal now is Fridays at the hospital…spending lots of time at home…cutting short or cancelling travel plans. Now don’t get me wrong! We went to Santa Fe last month and had a very good time. It just seems that what is normal now is something that we never expected.

Momma and I talked a few weeks ago and she apologized to me saying that she was sorry that she didn’t prepare me for this. I told her that there this is one of those things that you really cannot prepare for. It is one of those things that you have to take and fly by the seat of your pants. Momma don’t worry it is tough but we can do it and we will beat this thing.

As we go on and when Honey beats this cancer into submission, our normal will change again. Things will be different than they are now. We will be older and we will have new stories to tell our friends. We will be able to drive past this part of town and say “Do you remember when we were going over there every Friday?”

What does the future bring to all of us? Change. I will always love my Honey and she will always love me but she may drive a different car….we may live in a different town…we may have different jobs.

Wow. Ok so I ride along on these philisophical waves and ram myself right into a brick wall. My brain says “STOP” and I say “um what was I talking about….where are we going”

Honey is sleeping and twitching as she gets her IV drugs. I am going to go get a copy of her cat scan from earlier this week so that we can send it to Dr Curly in Texas.