This is probably one of my favorite pictures from the time during John's illness. Its also one of the pictures that make me cry the most.
John frequently had to remove his wedding ring during his illness- even from that night I brought him to the ER. Between the 4 surgeries in 6 weeks, the frequent MRI's or other scans, treatments, therapies, or even his 3 radio surgeries (radiation) he often had to remove his ring and give it to me to hold for safe keeping. John's hands and fingers were much larger than mine and his ring was huge, even on my thumb. I took to wearing it on a chain around my neck so that I wouldnt lose it. I frequently would have the ring for days at a time, especially when he would have surgery and be in ICU and couldn't wear it.
But he would always ask for it back when he was able to wear it again. I always loved putting it back on his finger, just like the day we got married.
One day after I put it back on him, I snapped this picture.
8 years and counting, I thought.
I had hoped we would make it maybe to 9, or maybe even 10. We still believed he could receive some treatment @ MD Anderson at that point that would prolong his life somewhat. Any amount of additional time wouldve been precious.
I wish we had been right.
These days, his ring is on that same chain I wore, hanging from his urn. My engagement ring sits in a jewelry box, waiting to be given to my daughter one day as a memento. I've moved my wedding band to my right ring finger.
It never stops looking so out of place on the wrong hand.
