My Gift

Barely 4 months ago, Yvonne was to the point of not being able get in and out of bed by herself, had trouble dressing herself, couldn’t raise her hands above her shoulders, couldn’t lift anything of any weight. The cancer in her bones hurt nearly constantly; sneezing or coughing caused excruciating pain. She was deteriorating so rapidly that I knew she would be gone by the end of the year.

Today is our 29^th anniversary, the one I was sure we’d never have. Yvonne has her strength back. Her mobility is back to normal. And though considerable cancer remains, the pain is gone. Completely. And her energy level… as my friend Marc Miller says, “Holy Schnickes!”; she has far more energy than I do.

She is my Christmas gift. This anniversary is my gift. What more could I possibly ask for?