Forget the past, I accidentally deleted all the old stories and tales that talked about how this started in 2010; how the doctor's gave me 2-5 years; how all the radiation was really messing with my face and smile. All that is news under the (Caring) bridge.
Fast forward to 2017. Yeah, I know it's 2018, but I have to start somewhere.
It all really started to happen in April 2817. For the first time in 8 years, Lynnette and I were doing a vacation at one of out favorite places - Puerto Vallarta. We did everything the right way. Cocktails, great food, long walks in quiet small towns and unbelievable dining in an access-by-boat only restaurant. We were so excited that we promised ourselves to return as soon as we could. Visions of more PVR was dancing in our heads. It was literally the best time we have had in all the time since I was diagnosed with my cancer.
We sadly returned to Phoenix (OK, it was first class so we were compensating for our sadness). An easy trip through customs, baggage and a pick-up that we prearranged.
Who would know that that ride home would dramatically change our lives again.
First, Lynnette caught the flu from our driver friend. She was down for almost 2 weeks. She was not in the best of health, but she still managed all the animals and me. Needless to say, I caught the flu from her. Not just the flu but both A and B types at the same time.