Almost a year ago, Scott had an appointment, then he was supposed to have chemo right after. He was looking good, feeling fine, so it was a surprise when his numbers were too low, and he couldn’t have chemo on that day. He didn’t need a transfusion or anything like that, his body needed time.
Chemo not happening on that day, was a gift.
“What are our plans this weekend?” Scott asked.
“Nothing, you were supposed to be sick and tired.”
“But I’m not.”
“Well, what will we do about it?”
We both whipped out our phones and started looking up ideas. I don’t know who suggested it, but we quickly figured out what we HAD to do, we NEEDED to take our kids to an amusement park. We are family of ride lovers, but we never went to a park together as a family of 4. It was time.
We packed a cooler full of pb&j, water, and applesauce. Weeks earlier, we were given a large VISA gift card; we brought it with, and used it well. We set out early, and Scott even drove the first two hours. By noon, we were parked, lunched, hydrated, and ready to spend just a few hours at the park.
Scott was very sick, so we knew that we very well could have driven four hours for two hours of rides. We knew the risk, but we didn’t care. Our kids deserved a memory of being at a park, with their dad. Scott and I NEEDED to have this memory; deep down, we knew our days were numbered as a complete family.
We rode rides, stood in lines, and rode more rides. Scott felt fine. Hours passed, we rested, walked to the van a few times, and continued to ride together. We laughed, we kissed we hugged, we rode those big rides together.
Before we knew it, it was 5 o’clock and we were still going strong. I found a cheap motel, and booked it, because I didn’t want something like a 4 hour drive to get in the way of this day. It was a gift that I didn’t want to waste.
Finally, at ten, not one of us could do any more. We were ridden out and tired. We didn’t care. We were happy to be given this ONE DAY of fun.
It was the last really good health day we had as family of four. Now, as I know how the story of us unfolded, I am so thankful we were given this ONE day, it was the best gift of all. I would do anything to go back to June 1, 2013, and live every moment all over again.