Mr. Crohns and Mrs. Graves

i'm making a million phone calls. to hospitals, clinics, offices. i'm taking my dad to the hospital. ryan's taking me. i try to take him. we now both have "named-after-the-man-who-found-it" diseases. what does that mean?
well, it means laughing first of all. because who does that?? seriously.
it means not using them as excuses. no more blaming laziness on symptoms (that's me, not him).
it means lots of medicine. daily pills every morning and evening for both of us.
who needs to grow old together when you can fill eachothers' weekly pill containers now?
it means insurance. which is impossible in this country right now.
it means jobs that will provide insurance... most likely not theatre. or gas stations. or low income jobs that keep our pride in place with the starving world around us.
it means even harder times to pay off mountains of debt. while more debt is piled on top with uninsured medical expenses.
it means good days and bad days, and telling the difference.
it means sick days and sad days, and getting through them together.
it means understanding eachother when no one else can.
it means knowing what the other needs and when, and how they need it.
it means knowing when to be still.
it means crying. and holding.
it means bringing us together more strongly than we would have ever imagined.
it means being together.
and love. it means love.