
For those living under a rock…today is Super Bowl Sunday! As I mentioned I have been sick and was feeling much better yesterday. Today? Not so much, I took what feels like 5 steps back and literally did almost nothing today…which is very unusual for me. Tom kept telling me I needed to just lay down and rest and due to how crappy I felt and I listened. So as a result we didn’t do anything for the Super Bowl other than watch it here together – which was a-ok by me because I feel so awful. On a positive note though, Tom is feeling better and better each day. I can't say enough how impressed I am with how far he has come in the past 19 days - and as you can see in the picture the hair is coming back strong!
As we were watching the game (and disappointing commercials) I pointed out to Tom that this all began after the first week of football. Tom and I love football – different team allegiances – but love football none the less. It’s part of the reason I love fall so much and we have always looked forward to our football Sundays. We usually have something in the crockpot all day, and get things done while we relax and watch football. We were discussing tonight how distinctly we remember the first Sunday of football this year – it was three days before Tom was diagnosed. We had gone for a run that morning and I remember us eating dinner that night and we had smiles on our faces that fall was coming and we were discussing landscaping stuff that we needed to figure out before winter since we are still novice new home owners. We were so content and so genuinely happy. We’ve created a life we both love and felt like we had a great day – I remember thinking how lucky I was. 72 hours later our life was flipped upside down and needless to say our Fall Sundays that we so treasured were out the window.
So in a way – it seems fitting that Super Bowl Sunday landed today. The day of his last shot, and the first day of the week where we get the port taken out – one of our last big milestones. I think about all the time, energy, effort and heart that football players put into getting to the Super Bowl and I think Tom matched that times ten to get to where he did over the past weeks too. I still consider myself lucky – for a whole slew of new reasons too. If I keep the analogy going – Tom is the MVP of this whole thing – and I would be Beyonce during that halftime show. ;-) More to come…