Carpe Diem

"Does it look like I've lost any weight?" I ask, parading in front of Hubby in my underwear, while trying very hard to suck in my stomach.
"No," he replies.

"Hey - you're not supposed to be that honest!!!" I said struggling into my jeans. "You're supposed to say - "yes, of course - you look terrific!"

Hubby smiled. He was sitting on the edge of our bed, taking a little rest after his "breathing treatments".

He is still feeling weak and tired. Still having GI complaints. There is not
much food going in. And this is a concern. He can't afford to lose any weight.
"How about taking some of my fat?" I tease.
"I'd love to, but you won't give me any."

This is a conversation we have regularly. It usually takes place in our bedroom where one or both of us is getting dressed (or undressed).

I'm trying to lighten the atmosphere. Hubby sits there looking so forlorn, like a little lost puppy dog. "when will I feel better?" his eyes plead.

I don't know. He may never feel better. This is a constant worry. Is this episode of weakness and yukkiness just another bump in the road? Or a permanent step downward.

No matter what the outcome, we will get through this.
Carpe Diem is a Latin expression meaning "Seize the Day." So, we'll start by seizing the day.

And I've started the day by making him smile.