The Wedding

I apologize for being delinquent with the blog. September was the month for serious wedding planning and clean-up at the old homestead where the wedding ceremony took place.

Gus and I were so honored that April and Scott chose to exchange their vows at The Fenton House. A place so special to us. We were blessed with so many friends and family joining us for this milestone in our lives.

Gus continues to struggle with his weight, his lack of appetite, his low energy level and being so cold all the time. His CA 19-9 continues to rise.

He cancelled his chemo the Tuesday before the wedding to give himself more recovery time. That decision really paid off. He was able to enjoy every minute of the wedding with only one time out for resting between the wedding and reception.

We drove to Bozeman yesterday for chemo. Gus had his wedding pictures to show the doctors and nurses at the cancer center. Last night and today he has not moved from his recliner. When I came home from work, he had only eaten two slices of toast all day. By tomorrow he will probably have lost a couple of pounds again.

This picture has a story behind it.

Gus was explaining to me how he has trouble now getting out of his own shadow. As as example, Gus used the walk the three of us did down the center aisle at the beginning of the wedding.

Scott had a mission and was hustling his dad and I along at a fast clip. I saw no problem with the pace of the walk, but Gus is about to collapse at this speed. I thought he was emotional by the look on his face. In reality, he was being dragged along by the anxious bridegroom and was about to beg for mercy.

Gus asked April and Scott several months ago if he could do a Father's Blessing at their wedding. This was a beautiful moment.

Pastor Rob asked Gus if he would like to be the one that introduced Mr. and Mrs. Scott Wuelfing for the first time. This picture is the emotion after that announcement!



Later in the evening, Scott was relaxing with some of his friends. Gus saw the moment and couldn't resist the tempation! Imagine that.