Yesterday was the 11th anniversary of my lovly wife getting the bad news...in spite of all odds, I had survived open hert surgery, or as our loving kids refer to it, the day I ruined my bride's Birthday.
11 years since Dr. Feelgood informed us I had no chance without a transplant.
11 years continuing to ruin my wife's Birthdays
11 years refusing to relinquish my loving offsprings inheritence.
11 years paying college tuition for the doctors progeny to attend college
11 years annoying those same doctors and family members
11 years I've defied all odds. And so I say to all those doctor doubters...I'll die when I get good and ready, or when my wife snaps and finishes me off, but not on your schedule.
To my friends out there fighting this battle daily I say, don't quit just because someone says it's time. We've overcome adversity and don't need to give up until we are ready, and not one minute before.
Looking forward to the next 11
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Warren
Tucson
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