Plans got ruined, husband left early for his boyfriends drag show, wife and I made due. Many seed bred, Velveeta as cheese, creamy chicken and twist soup.

Got told my Dr might wanna remove my port (which would kill me long term) and had to disclose I have now also been diagnosed with muscular dystrophy, and that we have to talk before she makes choices, because I'm now terminal and there's no reason to try to save spots for devices when I get even older. I'm 33. My condition is terminal, my lungs are failing. My 33rd birthday is in the morning. Thankfully, my wife & husband planned me a space themed day with our son. The perfect day for my birthday. Unfortunately, overshadowed now by the whole "must try not to die this year" issue. Husband is allowed to be with boyfriend, btw. He made me a pizza before he left as a snack I asked for. He's not in trouble.