Yesterday would have been Tim and my 39th anniversary. I spent part of the day reading through all the different anniversary, birthday, valentine’s cards Tim and I gave each other over the years. Of course we kept them all! Our banter in these cards (and the choice of card) reminded me of how special our relationship was. Even though it’s such a great loss for me, I also draw vitality from all the wonderful moments we shared together.

Tomorrow is my “second” birthday. That is, it’s the day when I received my bone marrow transplant – now 2 years ago. Those who've undergone transplants consider transplant day a “re-birth.” I have no doubt that one of Tim’s last gifts to me was seeing me through this transplant.

I’m mostly doing ok. My immune system is still a little precarious, and so I’ve had a bout of acute flu and bronchitis for the past month. That pretty much wiped out holiday and birthday celebrations, as well as visits from friends since I was contagious some of the time. Mostly, I wanted to sleep and burrow quietly at home. I was reminded of how different it is to be sick all by yourself -- although I certainly had plenty of concerned calls from friends and offers of help. I’m now on the mend, and wanted to let everyone know how much you all have meant to Tim and me. Happy Holidays, and thanks for your ongoing support!

This holiday wreath is made up of brooches from my grandmother (mom's mom). Grandma never went anywhere without wearing a brooch!