Day 8 - A picture of someone who makes you laugh
From yesterday's story you realise my mum probably contributed to the headstrong and determined nature - well my dad is responsible for the mischievous me!
My dad has a habit of being really amused by his own jokes and funny stories - he then starts laughing and then doing this kind of mutley laugh which is very infectious. Then mum starts laughing until we are all rolling around in tears and no one can remember what was so funny to start with.
As I said my mum visited my in hospital every day - so did my dad of course - he would come straight from his work to do the evening shift. However he somehow found himself incapable of just sitting there - he was always playing with medical things, pushing buttons he shouldn't be pushing and generally being mischievous. I think its the Irish in him.
He inadvertently amuses me, through his little quirks. The way he screws up his face as if in terrible pain, when simply hammering a nail in. The fact he never measures or marks the wall to hang a picture - he puts his finger on the spot, takes it away then just hammers roughly in that area. The fact he takes on accents of wherever we are on holiday - within 24 hrs he will be speaking with an Irish or American accent. But when he tries to 'do an accent' it always sounds chinese. The fact he is rather accident prone - the incident of floating on a lilo out to sea and straight into a pier is one of my favourites. The way he never reads instructions on how to build something so invariably has 3 screws left over and some random pieces but remains unconcerned. His favourite phrase when he wants to spend money "there's no pockets in shrouds!" Most of all, he laughs at my jokes. No one else does.
My dad is my hero!
Day 9 - A picture of someone who has gotten you through the most.
When Andrew first met me 11 years ago I was (relatively) well and in my 2nd year of medical school. Little did we know what the next 10 years would hold and the ups and downs to be faced.
I remember only a couple of months into the relationship I had a chest infection and needed to go to hospital. I was waiting on mum to collect me but in the meantime andrew packed a bag for me and when mum came in he was tying my shoe laces. She told me he was a keeper then :-)
My personal challenges have been more so in the last 6 years and Andrew has been there every step of the way. Supporting me through the loss of Fran and then through my own health decline in the years to follow. He had to cope with sudden outbursts of emotion and moments of fear and doubt about my future. Carrying me up the stairs when I was too breathless, taking my shoes off and putting my slippers on because bending over is really hard when you can't breathe, and even having a go at blow drying my hair. Never again!
He visited me every day whenever I was in hospital, only leaving when the nurses put the lights out! He kept strong for me throughout my transplant and even puts up with the permanently increased level of chattering afterwards.
Andrew has definitely got me through some of the hardest times in my life - hopefully I helped him get through it too. Rather apt that this photo falls on Valentines Day - here's to our future together!
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