50/50

Just interesting how life seems to predict itself ...

Saturday night, after putting the kids to bed, Jon and I decided to Netflix a movie.  We chose the movie 50/50.  I knew the movie was a bit of a tear-jerker and really wanted to see it because I like Seth Rogen (he makes me laugh) and I like stories based on true real life stories.

Jon opened a bottle of red wine poured us both a glass and we ordered up the movie and sat back and relaxed, drank our wine and watched our movie!

Without going into too much detail, because it was really a good movie and if you haven't seen it, it is worth the couple of hours it takes to watch it!  It is about a guy (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) in his late 20s who finds out he has cancer which requires chemo treatment.  His live-in (or should I say part-time live-in) girlfriend struggled with caring for him and his best friend (Seth Rogen) in his very obscure way was attempting to be his wing man while his friend was struggled through his illness.

In the course of the movie the character played by Joseph Gordon-Levitt was getting his chemo treatments and his girlfriend was dropping him off for him to go through such treatment alone.  It broke my heart that someone would ever have to go through chemo treatments alone.  So I turned to my husband and said, I would never abandon him in such a situation.  I would always be there to hold his hand during treatment, tell him bad jokes and just plain be there for him.  I'd rub his back while he bent over the porcelain bowl and wipe his brow with a cool cloth.  I would not turn my back on him - he has my word.

He "ditto-ed" my sentiments.

Less than 12 hours later, I found myself driving my husband to the ER because he was complaining of chest pains after snow-blowing our driveway and sidewalk on Sunday.  I tried to "poke" fun while we waited for the test results to come back, but we were both a bit worried.  Actually, he was probably infinitely worried, I was rather calm but a little unsettled.  Never good to have your husband who is only in his late 30s and in good health complain of chest pains, in the morning and during and after snow-blowing.  Right there are the 2 red flags of impending doom.  Heart attacks happen more often than not in the morning, and it was during/after being out in the cold pushing snow around.

I felt like "fate" was testing my intentions!  I never wavered, I held true to my word!  I sat with him in the ER for close to 3 hours, we made each other laugh with bad jokes and comments.  However, I can honestly say, I didn't sleep very good Sunday night even after a "clean bill of health".  I found that I had to check to make sure he was breathing several times during the middle of the night.  The only night my husband doesn't snore so I knew he was alive!  Go figure!

So why 50/50 as my "subject/title"?  Not really sure why!  LOL