I got another one of those letters from the hospital- the kind that say I still am in remission. It's weird to think about it - Becca and I have convinced ourselves that this whole "cancer thing" was just a fluke and we're back on track. We make jokes about it. Honestly though, every time one of those papers comes in the mail, I reflect on how lucky I am for every day I get to spend above ground with the people I love.
Have a great weekend - Eli and I are going fishing!
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Glad to hear that you are still healthy, and that you stuck with the Army. You were born for this job, Stew. Just like Rambo and Forest Gump, this career is perfect for you. Me too.
Dude, I just almost spit root beer all over Becca's computer - you kill me!
root beer? I thought you gave that up.
Regarding the root beer... I "fell off the wagon".
"God grant us the serenity to accept the things we cannot change, courage to change the things we can, and the wisdom to know the difference."
Seriously though - I was off soda for about a month during our little pact, and then tried to go off it again. The best policy is moderation - one soda every now and then (one or two a week).
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