Rock on.

Yesterday was my beautiful husband’s 70th birthday. We’re still celebrating.

My beloved rockstar.

Neither one of us should still be alive, but we are. We’ve each had our serious medical issues, yet we’re both here to tell you that the Universe isn’t done with us yet.

Me, 15 years ago.

We are so fortunate to have found each other. If we had passed on, that would have never happened.

In 1986, I was given 6 months to live. I had lymphocytic sarcoma. I actually had it twice, the second time in 1994. You see how THAT went, though. With Mark, he had suicide attempts. We’ve outgrown both.

We have each other now. I can’t help but think this will add to our longevity. The universe challenged us. We said, “Hold my beer.”