Today, if it's past lunch time, I can't remember what I had for breakfast or if I had breakfast. But I can remember....

I took early retirement in June from my work as a 911 Dispatcher after having the required 20 years because I decided there was just too much stress. It was a fast paced job that involved sending not only city police, fire and ambulance units but also county volunteer fire departments and other city departments after hours. I could type 80+wpm while talking 90mph and keeping track of a mental "to do" list a mile long. Multi-tasking is THE most important requirement for the job.

My mother had passed away the year before and we, my husband of three years, Mike and I, used my inheritance to make a pretty good down payment on 25 acres with a tiny house and a big pond out in the country. We spent that Christmas at the farm but the tiny house wouldn't hold everything from the old place and we didn't have to worry about getting out of the old place since it was paid for. The weather was bad and cold and we planned on building come early Spring. Mike retired from the city fire department at the end of February after 36 Years. I was 58 years old and Mike was 56. We had it all or so I thought. Little did I know what was coming. My birthday was March 25 and I spent the day in ICU unconscious.