There are people who come into your life for a reason, and then there are people who make you believe in fate.
David came into my life in February, and from the very beginning, it felt like kismet. The similarities between our lives, our stories, and even the smallest details kept revealing themselves one after another. Some things are simply too improbable to explain any other way.
Our connection was immediate, and so was the way he cared for me. Given my history, that kind of steady, unconditional love felt unfamiliar, and I would be lying if I said it didn’t make me a little apprehensive at first. But he never wavered, not before my diagnosis, and certainly not after it.
Then chemo gave him plenty of opportunities to show me exactly what that kind of love and devotion looked like.
There were days when I couldn’t stand without feeling like I was going to faint. Days when I couldn’t safely shower by myself or even shave my own legs. Things I had done my entire life without thinking suddenly required someone else’s help.
And David just stepped in.
He cared for me through some of the most vulnerable moments of my life with careful hands and a careful heart. He helped me stand. He helped me shower. He shaved my legs when I couldn’t do it myself. He cared for me in ways I never imagined I would need, and somehow, he never made me feel helpless in the process.
He never made any of it feel like a burden. He made me laugh inside hospital walls, calmed my nervous system with the best hugs and helped carry me through the terrifying beginning of this diagnosis.
Thank you, David, for the extraordinary way you showed up when my world changed overnight. What you did for me will always matter, and it will always be an important part of my story. ❤️
