Someone to sit and eat with
The word companion comes from late Latin, with com meaning with and panis meaning bread.
Essentially, a companion is someone with whom you do these daily mundane things, like sitting down and eating.
When my wife first got sick, I slept on the floor next to her hospital bed for a week. Said I did it because I didn’t want her to be alone, which was true. But equally true was that I didn’t want to be alone either.
Nurse: You can’t sleep here.
Me: (lying down) Let’s find out.
I’m sorry for the lack of updates – especially to those that have so generously donated.
On December 10th, Alison was unresponsive so we rushed her to the hospital. There, the doctors had to remove part of her skull to save her life. They said she might not survive the night. I fell to my knees.
But she survived. Then she had another surgery just a week later. That’s three brain surgeries in a month, just days after giving birth.
To say that my wife is crazy tough is like saying that New York City is a small town. She’s made of steel.
Unfortunately, she’s been in the hospital since the 10th and will be for quite a while. I’m there most days; other days, other relatives are with her.
This is not how we imagined our first Christmas and New Year’s as a family.
Still, I go to the hospital and have bread with her when she’s able. When she’s not, I just sit there. And we dream of home.
She would do the same for me, because she’s my companion and I’m her’s.
Me: (arriving, breathless) Hey, beautiful.
Her: Hey.
Location: The same hospital room, still looking at the same river
Mood: still heartbroken
Music: Somedays I’m built of metal, I can’t be broken. But not when I’m with you
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