Out Sick

I haven’t run away. I was actually sick and, thankfully, I’m feeling better.

This is the first time that I have been seriously sick since Van and I have been together. Sure there have been bouts of flu and sinus infections, but this time I really needed someone to take care of me.

That person used to be my mom. She would sit with me at the doctors, go pick up my medication and stay home with me. Now it’s Van.

He picked up my medicine, cooked dinners, made sure that I stayed in bed and worried. He held my hand while I was being poked and prodded by the nurses. I know that I would have been miserable without him.

I am an incredibly lucky girl.