His road was seriously rocky. But by Xmas last year, we were looking at dipping our toes back into gentle travel (we went to Maui in Jan 2015) and he was starting to feel more like himself.
This year? If you didn't know he'd been sick, you wouldn't know it. You might notice he's 5'10" instead of 6'1" but he's got nearly his old strength and endurance back. There was permanent lung damage from one of the drugs, and that's far more of a problem than anything else.
Next week he goes for his bloodwork. We've got fingers crossed that this will mark a year of no monoclonal protein.
I fully expected to be widowed in 2014. But here he is, and here we are. We've got 4 trips planned for 2016, and a trip to Burma on the back burner for 2017.
A tip from my husband: Do not be afraid to say "I can't {do x} I have an incurable cancer!" whenever chores like making the bed or doing the dishes threaten. Save your energy for the fun stuff
