Mark

Being home has allowed me to really "see" into Mark's day. Since this started in March, and we had an April that was yucky, a May that was iffy, and a nice June weather-wise. I got to see first hand at Mark's daily struggles. How tired he is. How some days he can accomplish quite a bit, and the next day struggle to concentrate on anything. Thankfully, that is starting to subside. Those "off" days were due to seizures caused by the stroke. The doctors have just upped the seizure medication a bit, and we haven't seen any in 2 weeks!
This is good, because.... now Mark is having to go to Roswell for surgery. He had a big seizure in February. While in the emergency room they did a cat scan of his head and neck and found a lump in his thyroid. A few weeks later it was tested and was cancerous. The specialist at Roswell is fine with pushing surgery a little bit to see how things happen with covid. If he were to have surgery now, we would have to quarantine for 2 weeks, he'd have the covid test, if it's negative,  then have surgery, and possibly more quarantine. Mark lives for the summertime. It helps his mood. He can go outside, mow lawn, and he can go golfing with my dad. To take 3-4 weeks away of that, would be difficult. The doctor said it can wait, so we wait. I'm very thankful that the doctors understand all of what has happened to Mark physically, mentally, and emotionally. For as much as the seizure in February was horrible (for me... Mark remembers very little about it), The fact that he had a scan because of it, found the lump on his thyroid early. There's the joy.

There is Joy. I just have to look for it. It doesn't always reveal itself right away,  sometimes months later down the road, but I never stop looking, and either should you.