When the ocean is churned up by wind and waves, dissolved organic matter forms sea foam, according to the NOAA site.
While my husband was sick, our life was like sea foam.
Unpleasantness, filth, pain, love and affections were all churned up and surrounded us. Then, among all the chaos, there would be a moment of repose and calmness. And, we were able to think. Before the havoc came right back at us.
One of those rare tranquil moment, only once, my husband murmured that if he had done more treatments, cancer might not have come back.
And then, his muse was washed away by waves of the reality. The reality of medications and paper works.
All I could do was not get caught by waves.
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