Appreciate Quiet

Kev's sleeping. He barely made it through supper before nodding off.

He'll wake up in a little bit and apologize for falling asleep. I know he worries about me being alone all day and essentially alone in the evenings when chemotherapy fatigue gets the best of him.

He doesn't know how much I appreciate the quiet of evenings when he can rest. I contrast it to the constant interruptions of his nights in the hospital, the nights we wrestled with hard decisions until morning, nights he vomited for seemingly endless hours.

Quiet nights are one of our greatest blessings.