I'd like to believe that 2015 never happened. It was one of the worst years of my life. I spent most of it in bed due to colon cancer and its treatments as well as side effects of meds, adverse reactions to meds, and 2 rounds of a nasty infection. My husband Stephen was the most wonderful caregiver. He took care of me night and day, cleaned up every imaginable bodily fluid, kept track of all my appointments, and dealt with insurance companies, service providers and learned to cook. I doubt I'd'still be here without him.
In late May of this year, 2106, we had all of our belongings packed and moved into storage before leaving for a week at the Kerrville Folk Festival. It was a totally different experience for us to stay at the YO and only go to the ranch in the evenings. I couldn't walk around on the rough ground very well so we only saw a few acts from the back of the theater. We did get to see a lot of friends and that was the most important thing.
We left Kerrville on June 2 and drove to Houston where we left our car with friends and stayed the night in a hotel near the airport. The next day, we flew to Costa Rica.