Thursday, May 1, 2008
It is imperative that I dedicate some time to write about my parents (aka. the most amazing people in this world, I'm sure of it).
I've always had a great relationship with my parents, knowing that they do everything for me, and that the kind of parents they have chosen to be are extremely rare in this world. They are so beyond selfless that there isn't a word in any language that can capture the rate at which they constantly put me before everything. But, my stay in the hospital changed my view of them 100% (as if it could get any better), so much so that I am still in disbelief trying to process how two people can be so loving, selfless, and devoted.
After the incident where I awoke in the middle of the night assuming I was dying, I begged my parents not to leave me, and they didn't. My father would periodically leave to shower and catch a few hours of shut eye so he could be the sane one for us, and my mom did not shower, sleep, or change her clothes, or leave my room for five days. She thought nothing of it, and still wonders why I thank her so emphatically. Now, that's a mother...
My father consistently says to me, "We're a team," meaning that I won't have to take on this disease alone. Now, that's a father...
I could go on forever about my parents, but I will save some loving talk for another post. I will just say, "I love you, mom and dad."