Limited

[Six]

Wednesday 3rd October 2012

Dear diary,

I know I’ve said this a lot, but today was the most special, magical, and perfect day of my life.

Even lying in a hospital bed at three in the morning, I’m up on cloud nine, and nothing can bring me crashing down. Not even the fact that I could possibly die in two days.

These dates have been creative, romantic, and thoughtful. Each date had raised my expectations for the next one. This last date however, exceeded my expectations in every way possible. I didn’t think these last weeks of my life would be as magical as they have been.

I know I made the right decision when I asked Thomas to take me on these dates. The happiness I saw on his face made everything worth it, and I wish it could last. If I had known how happy taking me on dates made him, then I would have allowed him to do it from the very beginning of our relationship.

I loved him to the moon and back, and I don’t think I’ve ever really thanked him for how much he, and his family have done for me. They gave me hope when I had lost it all, and gave me something to look forward to, other than hospital appointments and deadlines.

I’m hoping that the things I have said in this diary will show them just how thankful I am to them. There is no way that I will ever be able to completely convey my feelings towards them, but this diary will at least give them a vague idea.

I’m glad I decided to write this diary. It’s something that Thomas can keep forever, and remember me wherever he goes. I’m hoping that today’s entry will be as important to him as it is to me.

He didn’t spend the night at the hospital last night, and he didn’t tell me why. I trust him with my whole heart, but it hurt to think that he didn’t want to spend time with me anymore.

He wasn’t here in the morning when I woke up, and I started to really panic. I waited an hour or two, and he still hadn’t shown up.

When the door had opened, I expected him to walk through, and I sat there grinning like an idiot. The grin automatically dropped when three woman, who looked like they were in their late twenties, walked in. I didn’t know any of them, and they were all carrying some sort of bag with them.

I started freaking out; they could have some kind of torture tools in those bags. They all had smiles on their gorgeous faces, but those could be there to mislead me.

As soon as they had seen my scared, worried face, they hurried to reassure me, and explained what was in their mysterious bags.

They called a nurse, and instructed her kindly to help me bathe. I was absolutely sick and tired of needed help with everything. I couldn’t even walk very far, or stand up for a long period of time. I was now pretty much chained to a wheelchair, unless I was sitting down, or in bed.

Every inch of my body was washed, and scrubbed, as per the strange women’s instructions. I was really confused, and worried. I just wish that Thomas was there with me. It would have made me feel a whole lot better.

Once my body was practically red raw from being scrubbed, I was helped out, and I was given a fluffy white robe to put on.

Maybe this was the date; me getting pampered or something. As much as I appreciated it, and as much as I had been looking forward to it, I really wanted to have a date with Thomas, not without him, surrounded by people that I don’t know.

I was slowly taken over to a chair that was in my room. My legs were extremely shaky, and I leaned heavily on the nurse, and one of the ladies. I sat down, at probably the same pace as an eighty year old with arthritis. My bones had cracked in a sickening way, and made me cringe multiple times.