
3. Love is patient. Love is kind.
When I was single, I was selfish. My time, money, possessions, interests and everything else were mine and mine alone. And when I say “selfish,” I don’t mean it in a mean way. I’m saying that much of my life was about me. A single person can make decisions as simple as what to have for dinner or as complex as what condo to buy without consulting anyone else for their preferences on side dishes or corner units.
cracking up than any cancer patien…e circle, I tried again. And I’ve been doing that ever since. Best of all, she makes me laugh, too. We can be witty, sarcastic, off-the-wall outlandishly silly or all of the above. The point is, we laugh a lot. Even in dealing with cancer this year, we spent far more time cracking up than any cancer patient and his caregiver normally would. When things got intense with hospital visits or endless stays in a waiting room, we could turn these into lighter moments or find the humor in the situation such that we in some ways look back fondly on the struggle.