In Sickness and in Health

Responsive!

According to my parents I was unresponsive for six hours last night. Obviously I don't remember any of this.   That memory is vacant from my head. Honestly, I wish I remembered. My parents must have been mortified.

The only upside to cancer was that it wasn't as painful as a mortal wound or a heart attack. Not that I am even close to that region of pain. My mom says my sarcasm is responsive enough for her. She gets mad, but never really yells. Hey!  I guess that's another perk.  No yells from mom. Ha ha!  Laughing to myself made me smile more than just me laughing. Sometimes I laughed so hard I so hard I start to cry.

The last time I cried from sadness, I was diagnosed with cancer. When I got the news I was only stage three, but it was still to advanced to make improvements.

My day was full of responses and questions on my broad marriage proposal. What could possibly go wrong with asking a bunch of random strangers for a husband. I got a lot of hate for my new relations idea. I have no control over that though. Most of the comments were like, you are out of your mind, or why would a ten year old want to get married.

There was one person in particular that stood out to me. It was a mom commenting on the post. She mentioned that her son Jacob had stage one lung cancer and would love to get married. She also sent me a picture of Jacob, who was the cutest thing. Jacob was eleven, and smart as can be. He was the prefect match. I messaged his mom later that day telling the good news on my new engagement. My mom was also happy, and quite surprisingly, proud. She was proud of my life accomplishments at the age of ten and my new found appreciation for love. I didn't know Jacob well yet, but we chat on SnapChat months before we met in person. He was a great stand up kind of guy. In one of the pictures he had sent me I could see his dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. His smile could light up a room. I instantly fell in love.