We sometimes kid ourselves into thinking our loved one, isn’t really that sick; early stage is early, right? I know...
In May, John and I decided to take a trip to Atlanta to see our grandchildren. I gave the four boys ages 18-12 years, the choice to pick one big thing for all of us to do together. After much discussion, they decided on an inner tube trip down the Chattahoochee River, lovingly called “Shooting the Hooch.”
After weathering the storm of the initial diagnosis, John and I have begun to straighten up our house – literally and figuratively.