I called at 7:30 this morning. There was no answer. I figured he might be asleep (he is usually up by 5:30) or in the bathroom. I called a few minutes later, got the same, no answer. I thought he might be throwing out the garbage and chatting with a neighbor. I tried his cell phone, no answer. I repeated this for 30 minutes, my heart beating a little faster every time there was no answer.
My husband wanted to go for pancakes, it is Father's Day. I said not until I get him on the phone. I thought I might have to run over. Finally, after 45 minutes he picked up. He was doing laundry and had no cell reception in the basement. A giant weight was lifted off my chest.
The radiation is working and he is feeling much better so he decided to take care of business.
Happy Father's Day daddy. I hope I have years ahead with you. I will never complain about the worrying as long as there is an eventual answer.