To Mine Brither

For those of you who know me well, you know that Rick and I have always been close. Even as children, we rarely fought. But, life has a way of intruding and even though we see each other at family events, we rarely talk otherwise. Rick always has vacation to "use or lose" at the end of the year, so I was comfortable asking him to take a week vacation to be with me post surgery. I was touched that he also managed to visit me both at the hospital and rehab.

Our week together started out great enough until I got so sick. Rick's a good cook and we had decided on meals. He bought everything and now here I am where I can barely stand the sight, smell, thought of food. But, he made a bunch of dishes which Brent's been eating and we're able to freeze some.

Rick was so helpful at PT and during my exercises at home. Holding me when I cry, encouraging me to go further, and telling me when it looked like it was better than the last time. I cried when he left on Friday night. There's just something about family that I need when things in my life suck.

Anyway, on Friday night Brent and I were trying to figure out how he could go for a bike ride to blow off some tension and stress where I wouldn't be alone. About that time, I received a text from Rick asking me if we could use him on Saturday. It was like a prayer being answered. I've been so worried about Brent - he's had his hands full and I know he needs the exercise to feel good. It worked out so good because I was comfortable with Rick helping me through my exercises.

Anyway, to mine brither who wubbers me, it's been a week from hell and I can't thank you or wubbers you enough.