As I await a phone call from my wife with the results of a medical test that could change everything. You would think that we you have to have your wife admitted to a hospital 5 times with about 7 and a half weeks you would get somewhat use it the wait. You don’t because you simply never know how things are going to change next.

As I sit here alone ( again) and ponder what tomorrow is for me personally ( my 65th birthday) I look back to a conversation I had with my mother earlier today. She asked me if I was excited about tomorrow? No and why should I? For me, it’s just another day in which I worry that the love of my life will be taken from me.

Will that call come tonight? I have no idea? The loneliness I feel won’t be leaving anytime soon then again in ways it hasn’t since this journey started all those many weeks ago.