I can’t believe you lived. I saw the medicines you had to take, I saw the side effects those medicines produced. I visited you in the hospital when you looked like a man in Auschwitz. The nurses said you wouldn’t make it past Thanksgiving. That was 13 years ago.
You have survived and more importantly you have thrived. You have learned and changed careers and found your soulmate and continued on. This disease tried its best to kill you and lay your body in the ground and it got mighty close to succeeding. But you didn’t let it.
I don’t know if I could have lived half as long. A severe papercut can take me down. The medical system makes me NOT go to the doctor more often than going. Taking one pill every night is just about all I can handle.
Sometimes I remember the phrase that, “god doesn’t give you more than you can handle.” and it rings true. I couldn’t have handled going through what you have…and living. I hope I’m never tested that way.
Again, I’m so proud of you. You fought the hardest fight that exists…the unknown.