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@billchitwood

The other day Bill got really mad at me and I couldn't figure out why. After asking a few questions he blurted out that I no longer did as much for him as before. Considering I was now doing more I asked him just what it was that I wasn't doing? He couldn't think of any thing and then said in an injured tone - 'I pee and poop for myself. And I take my own shower!'
I did keep from laughing as I assured him that he had always done those things for himself and I was so glad that he still could manage them. At that he smiled and went back to fighting with his computer.

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Good day, @billchitwood We take our victories wherever we can, right? Glad that elicited a smile. Your story brought a memory to my mind.

During one point in my wife's war, after she'd been in a coma for a few weeks, she could no longer swallow. The hospital staff brought on the Thicken. My wife so hated how intensely sweet it was that she swore off anything sweet after that. A couple years later our daughter was visiting and brought a small container of my favorite ice cream for me (Graeters black raspberry chocolate chip). After our meal, our daughter pleaded, over and over, with her mom to take just a tiny taste. My wife finally relented and said she'd lick the spoon. Both my daughter and I burst into tears at the incredible smile that spread across her face. Truth be told as I typed this I cried again at the memory. It was one of the last smiles I ever saw on her face and was worth more than a king's ransom.

Strength, Courage, & Peace