It was sometime during the second desperate dialysis treatment (after the doctors had told me to steel myself for the worst, after they had replaced as much blood as possible in his system, after they had scraped me off the linoleum floor when I passed out upon receiving such overwhelming news) that I realized there WOULD be an after. Now, here we are in it. Nate and me living in our not-so-perfect-but-pretty-incredible-happily-ever-after. Celebrate with us. The hospital payed for roughly 80% of the bill and after three years of paying the 20% left, our account is settled! We do not owe the OU Medical Center one cent! Praise the Lord!
