Back in a bit, taking him and some friends up to overnight where there is a pool, bbq, friends, and a sweet puppy to cuddle.
Fuck you cancer. Fuck you.
I have my husband, my best friend on his birthday - AGAIN.
Fuck you brain cancer.
For now, he's still mine.
-And thank you, Cherie Priest. We got your package this week. I broke down and cried. My deepest appreciation for you to do that.
Fuck cancer, my husband is alive and 27, and today will kick ass.