The hard things for him are the memories of our life before cancer, especially now, as we near the one-year anniversary of the diagnosis. The NBA playoffs this year trigger thoughts of last year’s playoffs and how we were so utterly and stupidly clueless then. My return to cooking reminds him of what he calls our “Halcyon days,” those innocent days before cancer, when our lives were carefree and happy. But as for me, what’s hardest of all for him is operating under the strain of trying to be normal.
