Wednesday night...

Well tomorrow is the day. 9.15 appointment time. We talked this afternoon and she continues to show the same incredible bravery that I've witnessed for almost 25 years. I know she's cried. Lord knows I have. She has said several times this past week that she just wants tomorrow to come so we'll know something. I've got mixed feelings about that but I guess we find out something either way.

I'm sorry friends if I've seemed incredibly pessimistic this week but this has hit us hard. All we have is each other and Marty (our pompoodle) We've been together almost 25 years and will be married 24 of those come January 15th. It's always been us against the world. After both her parents passed away and my family and I grew apart, we had each other. Things have not always been perfect but there's no relationship that is ever that way. Considering that our friends at the time didn't give us 6 months of marital success, I think we've done very well.

This is the woman that I intend to grow old with. No matter what it takes, if the news is bad tomorrow, she will be taken care of. And loved.