I just celebrated another birthday and cannot believe a whole year has passed. And it was a pretty good year. NED! It is so unfair that it just zipped by me so fast. Why can't things slow down the way they do when you are in pain; seeing a large roster of doctors and running around wondering if you will live to see another Christmas?
I live with my sister and I know she worries also but tries not to show it. She called her son to remind him about my special day and asked if he would give me a call. He had forgotten, of course, but showed up a few hours later covered in sawdust wrestling a big piece of furniture into the house. He had built a two-tiered shelf with a grow light. "Now you can plant some of that medical maryjane, Aunt Red." He is such a sweet kid and I love him so much. It makes me feel guilty to think what it would do to him and the others if something happened to me. They have all been so wonderful throughout my ordeal along with all of you on this board.
I want everything good to last forever and everyone I love to be immortal.