Six Weeks Later
I’ve beaten all odds, but there really is no surprise there. Each day I grow weaker, but funnily enough, that doesn’t make me sad. I know I don’t have long, but each day spent with Roman over these past few weeks has made me appreciate life in ways I never thought possible.
We traveled, we laughed, we loved, and we cried. Nothing stood in our way. Nothing was too far or too much. We embraced life with both hands.
My health has not only deteriorated but so has Roman’s. He struggles to do simple chores such as climbing a staircase or taking Freud for a walk. I know he hates it, but we’re locked in a silent agreement not to discuss “it.” He’s still stubborn, headstrong, and as infuriating as usual about the subject, but so am I.
I let it rest, though, because I wanted to l
