Today, a friend at work (my birthday twin--date, not year) wished me a happy last-day-of-my-forties. I’d never thought of it that way before, but the first thing that came to mind was “Good! Get me the fuck out of my forties!” thinking of it, of course, as the decade where I lost Ken . But upon further reflection, it’s a decade full of as many highs as lows—-more, even. Of course, Ken is foremost on my mind when I think about my forties. It started with him--literally waking

I always approach the Creticos Cancer Center with great reverence. For all the caring work that is done there by the nurses and staff. And all the courage shown by the patients who are treated there, as well as their families. Though it's now housed in a brand new state-of-the-art building across the hospital campus from the one Ken received treatment in, it's still feel like a home--of sorts--to me because so many of the same smiling faces greet me when visit. Per my annu