After expressing my concerns that Brad needed to get checked out, I remember having a random thought the next day. What if it's cancer? Now why would I have a random thought about cancer? I'm not naturally a pessimestic person. I tend to view things with a positive twist however I do have the worry trait that runs rampant in the Wilson clan. But Brad's stomach was hurting. His pain was what he described as being "air locked". Brad chewed as well and instead of spitting his chew spit everywhere, he just swallowed until it was time to spit his chew out. I had given him crap most of our relationship that one of these days I would stop kissing him because skin from his rear would be on his face because that chew was going to eat it away. Now I was worried that instead of causing cancer in his mouth, it had eaten a hole in his stomach or decided to grow cancer tumors.
It was about mid afternoon and I called him to see if he had made an appointment yet with our doctor in Pratt. He said he was getting ready to so I kept my cancer ridden fears to myself. No need worrying him with what was likely just a manifested worry on my end. He had cattle to haul to Pratt the next day and told me he was going to see what they had that Tuesday afternoon or Wednesday morning. He was actually feeling a little bit better than day but I think he knew I wasn't going to let him not go get checked out.
At this point, life is still normal. We were planning on making a trip up north to spend a long weekend with Lance in Milford. Discussing cattle plans and options with out cow herd. Kicking around a few ideas on places to go for our anniversary. We were also enjoying each other and settling into our new life with an empty house not knowing that in nine days, the world would abruptly shift on us.
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