All Chapters of Chasing Broken Dreams: Chapter 51 - Chapter 55

Tyler really struggled last night, the headaches and dizziness were beyond what he could bear. I sat with him in my arms the whole night while he was crying in complete agony. Every single second was pure torture for me, once again I cannot help him. Just the way that his body trembled in my arms was enough to render me helpless. I cannot protect the man I love, what type of woman does that make me.After much protest this morning, I brought him out to the creek. It is early morning and the sun is just starting to tickle the horizon. I lead him towards some shaded trees right in the middle of almost nowhere. The smell of sweet flowers that are coming into bloom fills the air. Nearby on a tree branch sits a bird humming a beautiful song welcoming the new day. Everything else almost seems quiet; it's peaceful, it's perfect.I thought I would do something nice for him and make him a picnic out in the fresh cool air. He has been stuck inside for most of the day since we go

…Jenna POV…Last night we decided that Tyler will be going ahead with the operation, now if I say that he is not petrified I would be lying. We have faced so many challenges in our lives, but this will be by far the toughest. Yet, I am so grateful that he will not be facing this one on his own. I will be there every step of the way. I am that silver lining that he needs when he feel that the clouds around him are getting too dark. So I am going to do absolutely everything to show him how much I love him. I don't know how to give love, but I will try my damnedest to show him.But if there is one thing that I can say about Tyler, then it is the man has a heart beyond compare, especially with the devotion he shows to those he loves and the lengths that he shall go to protect them. I so did expect him to be a different man out here, but he has not lost one bit of the part of him that he was back home.This morning, I have decided to make breakfast for

…Tyler POV… The countdown has begun. In as little as eight hours, I will be taken to the theatre. Right now, every bit of this is scary. Yet, the only thing that remains in my mind that is a constant is the fear that I will not see beyond the eighth hour. Everything pays the price…even love. We are paying the price for the bad things in our past, for the bad people we have left behind. I would like to say that my past has come to haunt me, but when you truly reflect, it is Jenna that has left a string of monsters behind. Now in no way am I blaming my wife for what has happened, but I just wish that there was a point where she was more honest. So, there have come uncomfortable silences between us as we sit and count down the minute in slow agony and some anticipation of hope. I will be honest, I went from frightened to despondent, and angry when I heard the word come from the Doctor…blood clot…apparently you get different sizes, and min