Yesterday evening at around 8:30 I put Alex in charge of his sister and brother, grabbed a stack of DVDs, a bowl of popcorn, and joined Ian in the bedroom. He grumbled all day about not being able to take me anywhere on our anniversary, but for me, just curling up on bed to watch a movie with him was wonderful.
I think I heard a dozen times yesterday, "I'm feeling a lot better. I'm not nearly as tired as I was." He even ate more than a few bites of his lunch, and sat at the table with the rest of the family at dinner. He was determined to be present as much as possible yesterday, worried that if he didn't, he would "ruin" our anniversary.
Propped up in bed, he nibbled at the popcorn and declared he didn't care what we watched, leaving it up to me. I picked one I knew he'd wanted to see, RED, got it going, and then curled up next to him.
Around 8:30 I realized he hadn't said anything for a good 5 minutes and that his breathing had slowed down...he was already deep asleep. So much for feeling better and not being as tired.
But, he had tried hard all day.
This morning he did look better. He's not as pale as he's been and he doesn't feel warm to the touch. The one thing he's wanted to eat lately, Trix, my dad brought over for him and he killed a fairly big bowl of it at breakfast, so I have high hopes that the worst of it is over.
If he keeps improving over the weekend we may have a late celebration next week. My dad said he would stay with the kids if we wanted to go skiing or "something." Nice, Dad ;) I may take him up on it, even if we just head up and sit in the condo and watch the snow outside.
But no matter what he thinks, he didn't "ruin" our anniversary. We spent it together, and that's all that matters.