Tomorrow marks the Good Doctor Mondo's 72nd day in the hospital, all but two of those days in intensive care.
Tomorrow also marks the 4th anniversary of the date we ran off to Vega$ to get all wedded and such, during our glorious "classy yet trashy" first sojourn to sin city as a couple. Between the chauffered limos and ultra luxe Wynn stay, and the midnight wedding in Chuck Taylors, with Elvis as escort, we could not have asked to have enjoyed ourselves any more.
I could not have imagined, not even a few months ago when this started, that not only would we not be home together for our anniversary, but that the Good Doctor would be continuing to face complications and hurdles that threaten to extend her life-as-ICU-patient untold weeks into the future. Still, we celebrate.
We celebrate that still have each other.
We celebrate that we are surrounded by friends and family who love us both dearly.
We celebrate that her prognosis has improved daily since the devastation of last week.
We celebrate that she may yet still be home before what we actually consider the more important anniversary of January 2nd - ten years to the day from when we first became a couple.
As one of her nurses reminded me on Sunday, just two days after everyone felt we were losing her, "at least you *will* have an anniversary". Kinda puts everything into perspective.
In sickness and in health.
Speaking of anniversaries, something my lovely wife and I can only aspire to is to match the 15(!!) years of wedded bliss of fellow pokah bloggah GCox and his lovely wife. Please stop by and wish him continued happiness.