I was never partial to the color yellow. It never looked good with my skin color, so I avoided it at all costs.
Until 2006, when my husband was diagnosed with testicular cancer. He was one of the rare cases because of his age. Known for afflicting men in their teens to mid-twenties, it was baffling to the doctor that he was treating someone who was 40.
He was fortunate to catch it early. He went through surgery and treatment and extensive follow-up treatment, starting with monthly, then every 3 months-to every 6 months- to yearly. Every time my husband had to have a scan or blood work, my heart would break for him because it sucked and there was nothing I could do to make it better.
I planted sunflowers for a little “pick me up”.
Let me re-phrase that- I poked a hole in the ground with my finger and stuck a seed in and covered it.
But you know what happened? Those happy flowers grew and re-seeded themselves and now we have them ev-er-y where. My favorite part of the day is the morning when they move to face the sun…that big yellow orb in the sky.
Then one day, I chose to wear yellow, not for me but for my husband.
Glorious yellow. The color of brightness and hope.
The color that stands out so that your eye is drawn immediately to it…bananas, birds, flowers….
or maybe a simple rubber bracelet worn on a wrist to show you support the fight against cancer.
And this week? That bit of hope yellow provided was alive and well.
My husband had his LAST visit with his oncologist. They talked shop, shook hands and said their good-byes. Five years of worrying if every ache and pain or every cough was just the flu or if “IT” was back. Yes, we worried, but never gave up hope.
We shared a glass of wine with the good news and we gave each other a “cheers”. My yellow bracelet caught my eye as it dropped back on my arm and it made me smile, grateful for the hope it represented.
And I will continue to wear yellow for my husband and all those fighting the good fight against cancer.
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