Ok....so I never was any good at following directions...or making up my mind....
This is a picture of the three people who have gotten me through the most.
On the far left is my mom. Besides being my mom for pretty much all my life, she was there for me during all of my chemo treatments and hospital stays. She held the bucket while I barfed in it; she unplugged my machines so I could race to the bathroom; she ran down to the vending machines to get me that Reese's peanut butter cup I was dying for, only to have me throw it back up again; she even got me that damn ICEE I wasn't supposed to have and eventually had to duke it out with a nurse about. I know she had to sleep in the uncomfortable fold out chair/bed many nights and had to spend a lot of time away from home and from my sister. But I'm glad she was one of those mom's who stayed with me day after day, instead of those parents that go stay in a hotel nearby while their child lays up in a hospital bed....jeez.
In the middle is my sister. How I hate her for being the pretty one and the talented one out of the two of us, and I will probably never forgive her for all the crap she made me believe or did to me as a child. But, after we grew up I looked up to her and depended on her for a lot of things. About the time she moved away I started having the teenage angst with my parents. I confided in her about a lot of things I couldn't go to my parents about. She gave me rides to where I needed to go (since she was so cool and already had her license) and let me stay at her place when I needed to (and swim in her apartment pools during the summer!). She even offered for me to move in with her during high school when I thought I had reached the end of my rope. Plus, she introduced me to Cosmo and let me read all of her past issues....enough said lol
And of course the big guy behind me is my husband. While he did cause me more grief in high school than any other person I know, he did come through in the end and has been there for me ever since. Let's face it; he is my rock...my sanity. Without him I would be lost in this world. I moved in with him right out of high school and we made our rocky start. I was terrified when I started TJC but he would go with me and sit outside my class and support me. When we didn't have a car, he rode the bus with me to work only to ride home by himself, just so I wouldn't be alone. When I had both of my hip surgeries, he was there beside me to help me get out of bed and get me what I needed. He even took care of my wounds when I got home and put up with my bad bedside manner. He holds my hand when I go to the DR and goes out at 3am just to get me ice cream. He's there when I'm angry/sad/happy/frustrated/annoying, etc. I don't think I can handle my own life all on my own, which I'm sure is why I have Jeremy :-)
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