My wife Alisha has been sick for, well, just about the entire time she has been my wife.  That sounds worse than it really has been.  She is wonderful, strong, passionate, sweet, and loving (most of that even applies outside of the bedroom).

Before I make this entry all about her or my love for her, let me tell you why her illness hasn’t really been all that tough. 

1. God has made both of us stronger.
2. We have learned a crapton about ourselves and each other.
3. Our family has walked through this with us each each step of the way (in case I haven’t said it- thanks).

Friday marked the latest surgery conquest for Alisha (double digits in five years!).  And in regular fashion, family has rallied around to make sure that we are watched over and cared for.  We went out to dinner with them the night before and everyone, except for Alisha, enjoyed a delicious noodle-riffic meal.  Throughout the meal, everyone was mentioning things that everyone else understood except for me.  For a person that prides himself on the inside joke/story… that sucks. 

Come to find out, everyone knows what is going on with everyone else because they all blog.

Well, check it out… I’m going to take advantage of this time off and the hospital wi-fi to get myself back on the inside track.  Who knows how long I can last once the reality of a 13 hour day returns.  But I want to give it a shot. 

Speaking of giving it a shot… Alisha, can I get you a carton of chocolate milk?