Sorry that I haven't been around much. Thankfully, I have been extremely busy, and things have been pretty good.

It's been 16 days since my AH had a drink. He has continued to do his program, and is leading the two of us in prayer at least twice a day. We have been doing devotionals together too. Quite frankly, I had a melt-down the other night, and he was so very strong, and picked me back up.

You see, as I mentioned before, I lost my Dad to cancer last year. One of my very best friends was diagnosed with cancer returning to her body, at the same time my Dad was diagnosed. My Dad and she were in the hospital, at the same time, twice. So, my Dad had a very special bond with her too. Well, her cancer has spread to her bones. Recently, she fractured her hip, and needed a partial hip replacement. I spent a good part of my afternoon, on Saturday, helping her with a move. She and her husband decided to move to a house where she has everything she needs on one level. While there is a second story, and a finished basement, she has her bathroom, bedroom, and laundry, all on the first floor.

She and I had a very honest talk about our husbands. I explained to her that mine had stopped drinking, and the progress our relationship was making in such a short time. That's when she started to cry. She told me that her husband drinks every day, and drinks too much. This was something I suspected, but the subject was taboo. Plus, I didn't want to talk about it with everything else on her plate. She and I sat very quietly, for a long while, and just "were".  After a while, I recognized that she was tired, and most likely could use a nap. She is still recovering from the surgery, and is doing chemo and radiation. As I left, there were tears in her eyes. She doesn't like to talk about her feelings a whole lot, and I know that she will share with me when she is feeling strong enough to share.

She had her oncology appointment yesterday, and I waited until today to call her and ask about it. She didn't answer the phone or my text. So, I'm just letting it go. So, my melt-down the other night had to do with her. Losing my Dad is all too fresh, and now I fear that I might be losing her.

On the brighter side, we were able to get my AH's car back from the pound today. Yesterday was a banner day. He found out that he got a job he had been hoping for. It's a part-time job that will supplement his personal business he is doing. Some other good things happened for him, and he was thanking our HP for those blessings. His attitude has been pretty humble. I haven't seen the prideful, arrogant, and argumentative side of him for over two weeks now.

Anyway, I would truly appreciate any prayers you can raise up for my friend, "M".

Hoping you all are having a good middle of the week. Peace!