And this, this this this is my wonderful mom. She is my rock. She has been there for every appointment, waiting the whole time (even if it’s 4 hours long because my body doesn’t want to cooperate). She made me tough, she told me to keep moving, keep working, just keep breathing. She won’t let me quit. She believes in me and makes me feel strong. She knows my disease better than I do. She spends hours researching it every day. She does this because 1) I am not really at a place yet where I would be motivated to do that and 2) she wants me to focus on school. She makes me laugh. She keeps me positive. She says things that make people uncomfortable because I think they’re hilarious. In my family we tell each other to “suck my fistula” (in lieu of “kiss my ass”)…she made that one up. When my face was swollen she would ask me if I got my wisdom teeth removed in the most sarcastic tone she could muster or she’d call me her baby again because it made me look so young. Before I put weight back on she’d tell me to go eat a sandwich. She has requested a private room at the hospital so she can stay with me 24/7 while I am there. I like to think I don’t need her to do that but I know what a comfort she will be. My mom’s a nurse and sleeping with someone who loves you AND knows how to save your life sounds like a pretty good deal to me.

And this, this this this is my wonderful mom.

She is my rock. She has been there for every appointment, waiting the whole time (even if it’s 4 hours long because my body doesn’t want to cooperate).

She made me tough, she told me to keep moving, keep working, just keep breathing. She won’t let me quit. She believes in me and makes me feel strong.

She knows my disease better than I do. She spends hours researching it every day. She does this because 1) I am not really at a place yet where I would be motivated to do that and 2) she wants me to focus on school.

She makes me laugh. She keeps me positive. She says things that make people uncomfortable because I think they’re hilarious. In my family we tell each other to “suck my fistula” (in lieu of “kiss my ass”)…she made that one up. When my face was swollen she would ask me if I got my wisdom teeth removed in the most sarcastic tone she could muster or she’d call me her baby again because it made me look so young. Before I put weight back on she’d tell me to go eat a sandwich.

She has requested a private room at the hospital so she can stay with me 24/7 while I am there. I like to think I don’t need her to do that but I know what a comfort she will be. My mom’s a nurse and sleeping with someone who loves you AND knows how to save your life sounds like a pretty good deal to me.