Don't Forget to Say I Love You
Five years ago today Mr Beer came out of a coma following a widow maker heart attack that left him dead for more than 15 minutes, and the resulting anoxic TBI, entirely his usual snarky (and loving) self, defying all of the odds with what was nothing short of a miracle. (If you haven’t seen me talk about that before, well, it was a lot and the takeaway is, learn CPR. He wouldn’t be here if I didn’t know what to do that night).
This week, five years later, marks six months since he was diagnosed with Stage IV cancer and given a 3-6 month prognosis. He's not only still here, he's fighting with everything he's got and already defying the odds with a response to treatment beyond anything we dared to hope... again.
We're hoping there's going to be some light at the end of this tunnel sooner than later, but for now he's going through radiation on top of chemo and hormone therapy and I'm in awe of his strength, stoicism and humor every day and so grateful my best friend is still here with me despite it all.
Who knows how much time we, or any of us, have left, but let this be another reminder to say whatever you may need to say, do all of those things you've been meaning to do, and get busy living, because like it or not, these shells we occupy have all too short a shelf life and we never know when our time is going to be up.
We still say I love you about a hundred times a day. You should too.
