Picture this..just picture it.
Finding out you are dying at the tender age of 15. The doctor's say you don't have long to live; but you've made it to 27.
Being deceivingly healthy one day, holding the weight well. When all the sudden, your insides are failing..you drop to a mere 98 pounds and you've got to spend 3 months of your life confined to a hospital room. Your skin is drying out, you can't hold anything down, you can't pickup weight for anything.
Living your life to the fullest each and every day, and going to bed knowing that your last could be any day now.
Picture this:
Thinking the world of someone who has been nothing but a blessing to your life. Someone who adores you and your daughter; and would give you both anything in the world. Someone who cried just as much as you did when your child was born.
Going out to clubs together, drinking, staying up playing cards...music blaring and your parents want to strangle you.
Admiring him..because he never meets a stranger and noone that has ever met him, can not like him. Watching him laugh and carry on as if nothing is wrong. Watching him keep a strong exterior, knowing that if you were in that position...you would not hold it together near as well.
Having no idea of their internal struggle, their constant battle with the uncurable;
and then having someone drop a bomb on you, when you least expect it..
I don't know how I will handle it when your life is through. But I love you more than words could ever describe. You have done more for Alexis and I than you have ever had to, and it is a scary thing to think that Alexis may not get to know you as well as I have. You are one of the most amazing people I've ever known, and your strength and will to live is so admirable. This is just one more bump in the road for you, I know that you can fight through it this time, as well. Your family needs you..and we all love you.
