Scenes from the apartment

It was November of 2006 that we moved him into this building in order to keep him here for his treatments.  I try to avoid being nearby this place because it makes me think of him, and a particular weekend that I stayed with him just after his first treatment.  It was a horrible time, and I felt very weak in the face of this adversity he was facing.  I can still feel the inner panic I felt seeing him struggle those first days out of chemo.  There would be better days in this apartment, like friends coming by to visit, some good Zio's pizzas, and walks around the lake that was across the street.  But my mind always goes immediately to that weekend.  I was nearby on an errand that took me back over there, and it was the first time that taking a picture didn't help ease my inner-dread and negative emotions.  I almost didn't even take it, but then decided I had to.

I would do nearly anything to turn back time to that bad weekend.  Life without him is so much harder than that weekend.