Tomorrow is Jeff’s birthday. He reminded me that his driver’s license expires this year, and though he wouldn’t pass the eye exam for driving, we went anyway because he needs current photo identification. The lovely lady that waited on us quietly asked if he understood he would need to sign a form relinquishing his driving privileges. Indeed, he did.
Jeff handled today’s encounter just like he’s handled this whole illness—with graciousness and humor. He joked that maybe we should let him take just one more spin around the parking lot. Jeff has a way of making people feel at ease. When the ID form asked for “hair color,” we chuckled a bit. I wrote “red” because that’s what it was. (He hasn’t had any for years.) The clerk hesitatingly told us that the system would accept “bald” as an answer. “Oh. Well, ‘bald’ it is, then.” ☺
I am so thankful for the grace that God has given my husband to accept this loss of independence. It wasn’t gradual. He really did not have time to adjust to the idea. In July he was driving himself to and from radiation. In August, I drove him to his chemotherapy appointment, and he never drove again after that.
I just think his positive attitude is inspiring. Right now, that’s just the way things are, and he accepts that.
We really do have much to be thankful for, and we are counting our blessings.
May each of you have a blessed Thanksgiving!