My Rock.

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We are in the quiet, dim confines of my doctor’s office. He is here, by my side, once again. To make sure I am OK. To make sure I feel supported. To help me feel loved and safe and brave.

He is my rock. He keeps me hoping. He holds me up when I want to collapse. He makes me laugh when I want to despair.

He is wonderful.

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A lovely visit to the cardiologist. Together. Do we know how to have a good time or what?!

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