Tomorrow will be the first day in almost three years that George won't wake up at 5:30 am and go to FedEx. We have been battling with this decision since Tony's diagnosis. I feel like we have played out every scenario in our heads, and this is the only one that makes sense.
Tony starts Chemo this week. We have no idea how he will react or how sick he will be. But there is no way that Tony can work and someone has to take over the store for a least a little while. We all have mixed feeling about it. George is going to miss his customers. He was so well loved. This job was a challenge both mentally and physically. Part of that was so good for him but he came home so exhausted and with not much to give. His body was starting to tire. He has been through numerous motorcycle accidents in his past, that have left his back pretty twisted. We both knew he couldn't do this much longer.
So where does that leave us? We will get some money for his route and he will take a very small amount from the store every week. I am thankful that I am working more hours. That will help. This is by far the biggest leap of faith that we have taken in our marriage. God will provide. We are in his hands.