We didn't plan it. But that's what happened. Gene & I spent Xmas in bed. You would think that after 7 months of treatment that would be the last place we would like to be. But naps, meals, books and laughs kept being exchanged in bed as gifts. Being sick in bed is one thing. Being happy in bed is another. No medication every six hours. No gauze to be changed. No nurses coming over. No visit to the hospital. Just me and him. Pillows all over, blankets protecting us and peace all around us. So forgive us for the lack of communication. Computer was off. Phones were off. And the only language was that without words. We were wishing you Peace and Love all along. Like Yoko & Lennon before us.
