It’s mid morning. I had trouble sleeping for a few nights at a stretch. I fall asleep next to my mother now afraid she might throw up in the middle of the night.
Tears run down her cheeks while being violently sick, she keeps a hand to her chest. I hold her hair back. My husband runs back and forth fetching water and towels. All that she empties into a bucket is tainted red with the medicine she takes. It scared me at first but the doctors said it’s just the color of the meds.
Thankfully, out of three anti vomit tablets, one worked, so she’s able to sleep peacefully at night.
I am emotionally dependant on Darling. While that makes me a bit uncomfortable, he’s been my silver lining, and I realise how blessed I am to be with him. He’s been an amazing friend, and an extraordinary human being. His kindness in this time of need has been the only thing that’s kept me going. There have been many, many kind people , kinder than I could have ever imagined before this episode of troubles , but his silent presence, his unpretentiousness amazes me every day.
So let this post be a dedication to him and everyone else who were kind to us during a difficult time.