my life is not a bad sitcom joke, but an adventure living in sobriety with my husband's kidney.
I'm one of those people who just doesn't know what to say... so I don't say anything at all. ... and I'm sorry. I've been secretly following your blog... crying a little here... laughing a little there... and thinking you should write more than just blogs... ... and wondering if there's anything I can do to help. I don't really know you - you're my nephew's Godmother, and that's pretty special... and we've met a few times... so I don't know if this is awkward or what... but I want to do something, anything, to help. Can I bring you a meal? Can I come do your dishes or your laundry? Do you need help with any housework? Do you need someone to accompany you to your dialysis appointments? Do you just want company? I have lots of movies... and I can steal (I mean borrow) Wil's collection too... I just want to help. (and if you just want me to go back to secretly reading your blog, I can do that too) So basically, what I'm trying to say is that I just want you to know that I'm here... and if you need anything, just let me know.
Johanna...this touched me so deeply. i feel you holding my hand...and for now, that is more than enough. with much love and affection, h xo