As a writer, it's all too easy to get caught up in the industry - the search for an agent, the agonizing wait while a novel is on submission, the latest short story rejection, and the list goes on. But I received some news today that trumps all the good news I could ever receive from the literary world.
Six years ago, my husband finished chemotherapy and radiation. Today, he is still cancer free. In four more years, he will be considered cured. It's a beautiful, wonderful thing.
He likes to say, "Well, you're still stuck with me." I prefer to think, "Yay! I still have him here with me!"
And that is better than all the published stories in the world.