Just a girl

It was a year ago today that we found out the Keytruda wasn’t working anymore.

We had had a couple months where he just felt the feeling of doom, and we had the Dr up the anti depressant he was taking, and all the while I was trying to stay positive. The truth is the CTs can’t see everything on them, and the cancer was starting to grow again and he knew it. He felt it, and his body was starting to betray him.

I suppose I will always be that skinny little girl with the coke bottle glasses that reads everything just hoping someone will really see her some day, and he will always be that little boy from Hughes Road wanting to be big brother Steve, who runs like a deer, has the skinniest legs I’ve ever seen on a man and the biggest smile.

Together we were magic.



Comments are closed.