December 31st, 2009......9:00 p.m.

I came home from the hospital one year ago today......

I don’t remember much about it……Jim says I set in my chair and he fixed us a steak for supper. He said I only ate a few bites and we went to bed early. I was so weak……

He said we woke up somewhere around midnight, kissed each other happy new year and went back to sleep. I don't remember......

I remember our first new year's eve together, I was 14 years old, we went to a movie and we kissed right at midnight..... we've kissed every new years at the strike of midnight for 52 years since. All except for last year when it was a little before or a little after.....it didn't seem to matter.

We've been through a lot together......

I only remember I felt like I had been in a war and it was just the beginning of a big battle…..

And here I am a year later....

Still battling but celebrating…..

Even more resolved than I was a year ago.....

The doctor said he let me come home too soon, but I knew it was the right thing to do. I had to come home in order to get well…..to live.......

I’m writing this because I need to remind myself how much further ahead I am a year later….

I’m so glad I have a year behind me…..

I’m looking forward to the coming new year….just 3 hours from now.....

I’m going to stay up and see it in…… and kiss Jim at midnight......

Happy New Year from the bottom of my heart to yours……..

And I really, really mean it.......