Lunch Date

I wore a new trim fit shirt, one that I have been saving for a special occasion. I also had a spring jacket on. I actually had to retrieve it from the dry cleaners downstairs for today. With a pair of denims, dark chestnut brogues, and a whiff of my favorite scent, I was ready.

I haven't been out of the house for weeks. It's the first day that I thought I was well enough to be up and about and finally be able to get rid of the unhealthy pallor on my face. I was extremely excited, and a bit overdressed, for the short walk to the neighborhood restaurant.

Hubby entered our room and found me crying in bed. He asked what was wrong, and in between sobs I said that I was bleeding again. As he struggled to find my medication, he asked how I felt, if I was in pain and where it hurt the most.

I didn't know how to explain to him that the tears were for the worst of the pains that I was feeling. That of grave disappointment.