Forty months of survival today. Forty months, when fourteen was considered optomistic.
How fitting that this milestone coincides with Easter, which is a day that is all about life.
"For God so loved the world that he gave his Only Begotten Son, that whoso believeth in him should not perish but have everlasting life."
Not only was I alive, but I was singing again with one ear and half of a right brain. I led our choir through five songs, and I sang "Day of Tears" by Kenneth Cope, from Women at the Well. For those who are not familiar with the song, a little sample of a whole-brained/two-eared person singing it is here.
We also discovered the parable of the Easter candy, which is something I'll have to share in my next post. So stay tuned...