A week in the sun

We arrived at our hotel in the evening. The room was as Steve had shown me on the internet, it had a kitchen area, a lounge and a separate bedroom oh and the all important balcony where we could sit outside for a smoke.
Now normally when we go anywhere and arrive at our hotel room and the following things happen and it must be due to basic instincts between men and women. I get into the room and unpack first, all the items have to be put away in their relevant rooms, clothes hung up, toiletries ready for use and anything technical that we have brought with us in a man draw ready for when I’m asked by my hubby “where’s my ****” Then I can direct him as I know where all the stuff is.
Steve arrives in a hotel room, removes as many items of clothing he possibly can, gets a cup of tea and smokes until he feels he is ready for the next man task.
This time Steve took me by surprise and started unpacking, he was helping, now this bless him was a long list of changes for him in that week. He had obviously thought long and hard about how he was going to cope with his partially disabled wife as he was the only carer for me for one week.
That evening we went and found a restaurant to eat in and whilst studying the menu Steve ordered two large beers. The problem with large beers are that the glasses are man shaped and heavy, I couldn’t even lift the glass I had to steal a wine glass off another table and decant the beer into it, that’s how weak my stomach muscles were then.
We had a lovely meal and continued to drink beer throughout the evening. Just enjoying the warmth of the night air and each others company. We had popped into a local shop to buy some beers to take back to the room with us so that we could sit on our balcony as we were both so genuinely happy that we had made it on holiday. We were there in the moment, full of food and beer and the past 3 months whilst always with us, at least we could look forward to our week and whatever adventures it held for us.
That night after we had spent another hour or so on the balcony just talking together we went to bed. Now we had been told that post surgery that love making was forbidden for at least 6 weeks. It had been 6 weeks and 4 days since the operation and even a few weeks before that since we made love so it had been a while. I am not sure why you can’t have sex for 6 weeks, where did that figure come from and you are not actually using the same area of the body are you? unless you are into that sort of thing.
Just being with my hubby naked again, just being us, just feeling safe, just touching him was wonderful. It had been too long since we had experienced love making and so with enough beer in me to numb any pain we started to make love (yes there was foreplay, he didn’t just jump on the nest but in case my kids ever read this page I will leave out the details). As we made love the emotion of being together again was all too much for me, all that we had been through, all the fears we both had, all the love and devotion I’d seen in him and the sadness for all the heartache cancer had caused us just washed over me. Instead of being the explosion of passion you would have thought there would have been after so long, I cried. Steve held me and I cried, Steve comforted me and I cried, Steve told me how much he loved me and I cried. Steve didn’t cry.

The holiday was amazing, we both loved it in every way. I think I really do know the meaning of the phrase ‘savour every moment’ as we both did just that for one week, we made the most of everything everyday.
The only other funny story from the holiday was on one windy day on the beach where we decided to go into the sand dunes for shelter from the wind. After lying in the sun for a few hours and just reading together Steve stood up so that the wind would cool him down. He was soon back down onto the safety of his beach towel as when he had looked around the dunes there was a woman with 3 men and they weren’t asking her for directions! Well they could have been but the woman had her mouth full and the others were looking on playing with their sat navs if you get my drift LOL.
Thank you Steve for a wonderful week, for looking after me and for loving me.



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Married to Steve, I have two children - Rebecca and Richard. Steve has two children, Lauren and Chris. Rebecca lives with us (nurse Rebecca) and my mom Judy also has become nurse and housekeeper but lives in the West Midlands. My son is in the Army and comes home when he can. I am 47, born in 1967 and I was told I had bowel cancer on 22nd Feb 2015 and this blog is my journey through it. I hope it helps you as you were the reason I started it.

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