In 2014, after 10+ years with a ticking time bomb of a liver, Derek bid his faithful abdominal companion adieu. Meanwhile, I readied sixty percent of my own liver to take up residence in my better half. That was supposed to be it, we wanted to fix this ourselves like so many broken things in our life. We replaced the thermocouple in our furnace by ourselves, we fixed the dishwasher with a $10 replacement part, and we planned to fix Derek’s diseased liver with a bit of my own. Alas, it wasn’t to be. And while the months of April and May were more stressful than either of us could have ever prepared for, when June came, we finally started to recover. Going for short walks, then long walks, then hikes, cooking copious amounts of protein packed meals and remembering the crazy adventure we’d both been a part of. Healing is transformative but slow, and we are not done recovering. But for now, we’re ready to live.
The password is: 2014