Tweed jacket

Kenji is preparing for his daily bike ride. Sometimes the ride lasts a couple of minutes, on other days almost an hour. In any case, he tries to keep his energy up as best as possible. My guy is a man of style and these outings provide him with a chance to dress in something else than a fleece and slippers.

When he enters the living room to say good-bye, an "Oh..." slips from my mouth. Kenji is wearing his favourite tweed jacket: a gorgous bespoke item in vibrant mustard yellow with a dash of purple and green. He looks stunning!
In a brief moment I forget his leukemia. Kenji has all his hair back (which we're enjoying it as long as it lasts, since it will be gone again after the chemo preliminary to the transplantation) and if you don't pay close attention to his skin tone and his fatigue, there's no cancer in sight.

"Do you know when I last wore this jacket?", Kenji asks. The day before the diagnosis? "No, the day I was diagnosed." It was the jacket I took home from the hospital, when I had to leave my guy behind.
Months have passed. Seasons have changed. And Kenji still has leukemia. I'm in tears: the brief moment of forgetting is blown to pieces.

Thank you for commenting on the new layout! Did you know that it was actually Big Brother who did the 'styling' of the round picture? He carefully selected two blue toys and placed them on my feet. And now Big Brother is super proud that his BMW is there for all the world to see.