Well here we are at the end of another week. Yesterday I finally received a letter from my husband. It's been well over 2 weeks since I've heard anything from him because as you all know, he's been on the Texas tour since August 17 and has only been able to write very sporadically which, of course, always leads me to sit and wonder how he is.
Quite honestly, I don't know how he does it. Most days it's well over 110 degrees in Texas and to have to go on medical chain, or any other kind of chain for that matter, is more often than not unbearable. The heat, the close quarters, being chained to your seat mate and throw a whole lot of pain into the mix and you've got the makings of a potentially volatile situation. Yet my husband continues to handle himself with the strength, dignity and commitment of 10 men. He will not let TDC break him. Failure is not an option for him and that is only one of the many things I love about him.
Now how I handle it is a whole other story. While I will not be broken, I won't lie and say that I haven't come close but I have discovered, through this journey, that there is support for you if you look for it. What has now become my greatest support, is a group that I stumbled upon accidentally. I was asked to be a part of it and at first I figured "Well alright. What harm could there be?" Little did I know when I joined, that this group of women would become my family. They are my strongest supporters and my greatest allies and to all of them I thank them from the bottom of my Irish heart for without them, I may have just let TDC win!