He says I look beautiful.
Maybe its the sweaty, tousled hair, the rosy cheeks and shinning eyes.
Maybe its the vulnerability that illness brings.
He says I look sexy.
I smile.
He wraps his arms around me and kisses my sweaty forehead.
I laugh, hope he doesn't breathe in to deeply. Sweat gives off more then a shinning glow you know.
He says laughter is medicine.
He's right.
He is my Patch Adams and I already feel better.
Sure my breast is still inflamed, my feverish body is still exhausted, my head is pounding with an evil migraine that somehow always accompanies mastitis in my world.
But I am smiling.
My heart is whole and I feel lifted by what he gives me.
I can feel my body relaxing and I KNOW that if I can truly relax my body WILL heal.
He comes up beside me munching an apple.
"I know this sound cheesy" he says "but, I really do eat an apple a day."
Did I mention that he NEVER gets sick?
"Just wondering....do you?"
I smile as the sun reflects on his juice splattered lips while he chews, grinning.
No....maybe an apple a week. What is this, hubby's right about everything day??
It is gloriously bright this morning.
I am smiling, as I reach for an apple.
4 comments:
My favorite post from you yet! I have a complete visual, smells and all. Thanks for that bit:)
Hoping you feel better soon. xo
Wonderful post!!! Mastitis is awful :( I hope you feel better soon!
Aw, he sounds like a MAJOR keeper! Hope you feel better. In Haiti, I had to incise and then drain a number of women's breasts where things went beyond the norm. It wasn't pretty and their pain was intense. We are blessed to be in a first world country, so I hope that beyond apples and an awesome hubby, you have every drug you might want- synthetic or natural! :)
That was so beautiful, Jenn! I love how you (with Adam's help) have taken suffering and turned it into smile and joyful tear inducing prose.
And amen to the apple a day suggestion!
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