When I had some pretty major ankle surgery including drilling into my bone and inserting some screws a few years ago, Andrew let me stay with him. He took care of me and brought me anything I needed or requested. He helped me wash my hair as I couldn’t shower; he constantly filled up my weird cooler-ice leg machine with fresh ice whenver he could, he kept a schedule of my medication, and he even pushed me around in a wheelchair. And not just for fun. He pushed me in my wheelchair to and from work for about a month and he pushed me all the way to and around the DC Zoo so that I could see the Christmas Zoo Lights show. For anyone around DC, you know what a feat it is to do this work on the hills and mountains of the Zoo/Adams Morgan area. Andrew was my rock.
When I got diagnosed with Ankylosing Spondylitis, Andrew was my rock. He came with me to my MRI and MRI with dye exams because I was scared of getting the dye injected. He sat there in the waiting room for over an hour waiting for me. When I finally go the diagnosis, Andrew came with me to my follow-up appointment so that he could meet my Rheumy and he took notes as the doctor talked and I asked questions. He even came with me when I went to learn how to give myself Enbrel injections on that fateful Friday morning. He gets me heating pads or ice at any hour of the night; he offers to carry things for me even though I yell at him and say I can do it because I want to feel really strong. He goes out of his way to make sure that I am always comfortable or as comfortable as possible.
As I mentioned a few times, I’ve been stressed out with work and school. I come home after work and get to work on school and Andrew cooks. He just goes about his business, puts in his headphones and makes delicious meals and brings them over to me at my desk. He is phenomenal. He is my rock. Through and through no matter what, I know I can count on him.
Tomorrow, Andrew is having surgery to remove a lump that is embedded in his external oblique (abdomen wall). Although he doesn’t seem to show it, I know he is nervous. The good news is that regardless of whether or not the lump is malignant, this would be the course of action; there is no sign of spreading; they are going to remove it and then biopsy it. Then they will reconstruct his muscle wall. The surgery may last anywhere from 1-4 hours depending how complicated things look once they get in there. He may or may not be spending the night at the hospital.
So, today’s post is dedicated to my one and only rock; Andrew. A guy who can make me laugh no matter how awful of a mood I am in; a guy who makes me feel like a movie star with the amount of attention he gives me; a guy who is intelligent, loving, a great cook, a wonderful a boyfriend, a fantastic friend, and just one hell of a great guy. Please think of Andrew tomorrow. I know I will be.