David turned 38 yesterday.
And his body gave up on him again...
Despite his eyes loosing control and focus, despite his fleeing memory, despite the week that we are probably going to spend in the hospital, the after effects, the aggressive treatment that we might start, despite the tears we shed, I put red on my lips, called a cab and we joined his surprise birthday party planned for weeks.
And that was just the best time for him, for us, to be surrounded by the love of our friends and family.


