Last week I mentioned that it had been 20 years since I gave the sidekick my phone number in what turns out to be one of the best decisions I’ve ever made, sober or not.
Twenty years ago tonight, we went to Boston Common for our most important first date ever.
Today has been tough, my hardest day yet of this cancer crap.
My legs, hips, and knees hurt unless I’m on oxy. The rest of me feels odd. I’ve been fighting nausea, and slept much of the day.
But as I’ve mentioned, I’ve got plans for the rest of my life that don’t involve cancer.
And if David can put up with me for another 20 years, and maybe even another 30 more, it’s only fair that I fight on, even on the days that suck.
I wouldn’t have made it through the last 20 years or any if this crap with out him.
If I’m lucky I never will.