Donny got really bad, really fast. It broke my heart too see him living off the tubes they put in him. He was too weak to do anything for himself, so what choice did he have?
I visited him everyday for as long as I could. I would bring him flowers. His favorite, lavender gerber daisies. And I would do everything I could to make him as comfortable as possible. But who can feel comfortable when there's tubes temporarily in you giving you the necessities to survive? No one.
Donny was in the hospital until he was strong again. That took about a month and a half. In that room feeling constantly hopeless and vulnerable. Like you might not leave here at all. Or you might get the chance to leave, but it might not be alive...
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After we were back home the wedding plans began. Nonstop, throwing ideas left and right until we knew exactly what it would be like. We knew now that his disease hadn't left, but it at least gave him a chance to be happy for a change.
