My June 26, 2025 post popped up as a memory today fittingly while I was in the waiting room during Tom’s MRI today. The following week after this post would bring a 12 hour round trip while dealing with my radiation side effects to clean out the filthy hoarder house that became part of my burden as estate executor to deal with on 4th of July weekend and returning to a severe flea infestation at our own home courtesy of the adorable family of skunks that took up residence under our deck. Reading this post I remembered what it felt like to shatter into a million pieces and plunge into what was mostly 9 more months of the darkest, hardest time of my life. I went to counseling and started Lexapro. Tom stopped having seizures just over four months ago. He’a been riding his bike again. We are both working hard to get back in shape and reconnect with our old life and our friends. He came out of the MRI and we went back home and back to work. A few hours later we got the unofficial results: his scan is stable. Happy tears. I have been praying for us to have a “normal” summer, no doctors, estate almost done, bike riding… Hope.