I may have lost my hair. And I’m getting fat, even though I can’t eat (cruel joke), but I would apply mascara for him (if I had eyelashes). Because he’s adorable. He doesn’t know this, which makes him more adorable with his clipboard of lab results and his pocket protector (pocket protector! who uses one of those?).
I try to focus on his stats about my white cells (this is important) but his dimples are very deep grooves. And I giggle (inappropriate) because my body recalls the delirious rush of being a woman (even though my boobs are long gone).
Photo credit: Ralf Heß
Poignant and poetic.
Lovely story, Sarah. Quite moving but with great levity. Excellent work.
A moving story, I really enjoyed reading it
Wonderful wistful story. Well done, Sarah.