Henry is feeling great. He wasn't at all last month, but he's taking some palliative chemotherapy at home that is really doing wonders. I haven't heard him laugh so much in months, maybe ever. It's amazing, and fabulous, and remarkable, and all of those other words rolled into one.
It makes dealing emotionally with his impending demise hard, almost impossible. It feels like we can keep coasting and doing this forever. Cognitively I know we can't, but to look at him feeling better and better every day, incurable cancer is not something that my mind is embracing right now.
Not that I'm complaining. It's been a deep breath, a break from the constant sorrow. I'm not a very good denial type of person, I know reality will once again take hold. But for now I've decided I'm going to roll with it, pick up the denial and run with it as long as I can.