Lessons from Lou

This blog is about my journey through the brain tumor world with my dear husband, Lou. While not a journey I would wish on even my worst enemy, it is a journey that has enlightened and awakened me to what lies within us, and around us, each and every moment of each and every day. There are lessons here....lessons in this journey.....lessons from Lou....that I would like to share with you.

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Picture of Lou (sick) and I at a party, circa 2005, long ago and faraway. I'm now a middle aged widow, trying to get my life back together. Mother of two young adult sons, living with two adult cats.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

What matters

The sun shone so brightly today and the sky was so blue. Perfect. It was a perfect day. The Cubs are winning and none of it matters. It really doesn't matter at all. What matters is that this is my niece, on her 36th birthday just a week or so ago, with her two sweet little girls. What matters is that she has breast cancer. What matters is that she just started her treatments and is not feeling well, at all. On this glorious fall day, she is not feeling well. Please pray for her. Please pray that she can stay strong throughout the treatment. Prayers matter. Your prayers matter. Thank you so very much.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Symphony, the sequel

Last night was symphony night. First one of the season. I only go to four over the season, with girlfriends. I was a bit edgy about going. I've written about this so many times before. Classical music , Lou.....he loved it. And we listened to an awful lot of it while he was sick. It helped. If it was the right piece, it could help, alot. Then we went to the symphony, that one January day, when he was sick. I wrote about that, too. How happy I was to finally get him there, again, only to have him ask, as we left Symphony Center, "where were we just now". All hopes, dashed. It was the last time we went to Symphony Center. Last season, I was moved to tears several times as I thought of him, that last time we went, how much he loved classical music. So I was curious how I would handle it, this year. There were feelings of deja vu, yes. But, the program was wonderful. Absolutely astounding, really. I just soaked it up. Loved it. Wished it could go on all night. I wished Lou could have been there. But I realized, God gave us music to enjoy. It's there to lift our spirits and carry us to new places. Music can do that. And , it did, last night. I was ok. I was really ok. I let the music carry me away. And it was ok. I'm looking forward to the next concert.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

September 11

September 11, 2001 looked exactly like this September 11. The day was crystal clear, sunny, bright blue skies, with the beginning of fall in the air. The night before, I had been at a Cubs game with work buddies. It was a perfect evening. Same incredible weather. And the Cubs won. I can remember, very clearly, an associate saying, "it doesn't get any better than this, does it". We all agreed, it doesn't. A pefect night, good friends, baseball. I t doesn't get much better than that. And then came the next day. September 11, 2001. Everything changed, didn't it. It started out normal enough. I tell this story because it says so much about Lou, about the kind of husband and father he was. He had an out of town business trip that day. He left home at around 6 am. for his flight I think. We never left each other without a proper goodbye. We learned that BEFORE 9/11. 6 a.m is just a tad early for me, so I went back to sleep until 7:00. I think I took Damon to school at 7:30, and returned home to get ready for work. For some reason, I had a morning talk show on tv. I NEVER HAVE THE TELEVISION ON IN THE MORNING, EVER. I am not sure why I did that day. But I did. And so, I learned about it, just as everyone else did, as it was unfolding. At first, I was a little confused, like I think we all were, not really comprehending what was happening. I watched it over and over, like we all did. Then it hit me. Lou was on a plane. Somewhere. He was going to Cleveland. East. I started hyperventilating. Was it possible his plane could have diverted to New York? Cleveland is enroute to NY from Chicago. I got very panicky. I had no idea if his plane had landed or not. It was due to land at around 8:30 I think. I didn't know what to do. The panic I felt was compounded by the fact that I was standing next to the window in the very tall building I live in. All of a sudden, I had to get out of there. All I knew was that planes were crashing into tall buildings and I had to get out of the one I live in. At that time, my office was very close to home. I ran all the way there. I felt better there. The group who went to the game the night before had gathered. They were from downstate and wanted to head home. Another one was from Boston. He didn't make it home until much later that week. I still didn't know the status of Lou's plane. Of course, the phone lines were crazy. We all just stood there in front of a television, frozen. Then the building announced that we all had to evacuate. They pretty much evacuated all of downtown if I remember correctly. My apartment building included. I HAD NOWHERE TO GO!!! But that wasn't my main concern. I had to find out about Lou's plane. This all sounds like it was hours, but it was really only something like a half hour. As I was leaving the office building, my cell rang. It was Lou. I still remember hearing his voice that day. He didn't know why I was so elated to hear from him. He called the minute he landed and still had not heard what was going on. He had landed in Cleveland after being put in a holding pattern for awhile. When they landed, the airport was in lockdown. No one on the plane knew what had happened. The airport was alerted to the possiblity of a plane heading in that direction. It was the plane that went to Pennsylvania. Lou said the airport was chaotic, to say the least. But the most chaotic part was trying to figure out what to do next. Obviously, he would not be getting on a plane back home that day. The car rental place was insane with people trying to get home he said. I wanted him home. I didn't want to be alone that day . Alone in our tall building. I knew Damon would want Lou home. Drew was away at school. Lou had a reservation for a car to get to his meeting, but it was impossible to get anywhere near the car rentals. After waiting for a long time, somehow, he managed to get a car. A few hours after he landed, he was able to start driving home. I think its a 6 - 8 hr drive. I went to a friends house for the rest of the day. Damon joined us after school. Lou arrived at around 6pm. I can remember how happy I was that he had made it. That he had persisted in getting a car, somehow. I can remember feeling safe, then. Lou wanted to go home. Damon was afraid to, I think. Lou told him if the president was in the White House, we could certainly be in our apartment. He was right, of course. He always made everything allright. That night, I felt very vulnerable sleeping in our room with the view of Lake Michigan. I kept envisioning planes. It took me awhile to get over it. I drove poor Lou crazy about it. He was the president of the condo association and knew alot about the building. I questioned everything about our safety. He checked it all out. Every little worry I had. And those worries were so dumb! After awhile, the worries went away. Life resumed, didn't it. What I guess I learned that day, is that anything can happen. And we only have this day. So cliche, I know, but I guess it sunk in that day. No sense worrying about tomorrow. Sometimes, it never comes. Three years later, Lou was diagnosed with the brain tumor. The weather was just like it was on that Sept. 11, just as it is today. A crisp, beautiful, late summer/early fall day. The entire fall was like that, the fall of the diagnosis. It didn't seem right, that the days could be so gorgeous, and things could be so wrong. Anything can happen. On any beautiful day, anything can happen. Cherish the day. Cherish each other. I think it's a great way to honor those who lost their lives.

Sunday, September 09, 2007

Life Calls

The beach is always good for thinking. Yes, it was a year. August 31. A year. Seems so long ago. A lifetime ago. Lou was sick for so long before that, we are really talking three years, or more, since he's been here. The real Lou. A long time. The day was sad. Empty. Was away, with friends. And traveled home, alone. Lots of time to think. Traveling is good for that. Beaches are good for that. Summer is over. Fall is in the air. My favorite time of year. Except for the memories it brings. Of first dates, of new love, of a new life with that new love. So long ago. New beginnings. That's what fall is for. Life is calling. I heard it, on the trip. It calls like the sea does, beckoning you to jump in. To get off the shoreline. To throw yourself in, not just dip your toe. There are songs I want to sing. Again. I want to dance. Again. I want to wear a red dress. Again. I think I want to live. Again. I think life is calling. And I want to answer it.