This is a really touchy subject for me because when I saw this prompt, all I could think about was last year when I was in the hospital for 10 days. I'd rather not say what I had or what happened to me but the doctors said that my life was pretty much over.
At 19 years old, that's a lot to take in. Heck, it'd be hard news to take at any age. But when I heard those words, I kept thinking about the possibility that I'd lose Kris. I didn't think that he would leave me but I didn't expect him to stay when he knew just how limited my future was going to be.
But he stayed.
So any time that anybody questions our relationship or just how strong that our love is, I tell them what happened to me and how he held my hand the whole time, not leaving my side for a minute. He helped give me the strength to fight my medical issues and prove the doctors wrong. And I did. A year later, I am completely healthy with absolutely no signs of my illness anymore. I proved those doctors wrong, after a year of absolute hell. It literally took everything that I had in me to fight it but I did it.
But Kris was my rock, my strength and I never could've gotten through this without him. But the idea of losing him hurt me more than the knowledge that I was sick. I mean, how could I get through this on my own? (Of course I had an immense support from my family as well.) I was seriously granted an amazing gift and will never be able to repay him for everything that he's done for me.
Sorry about being so vague. I'd just rather keep some elements of my life private.
Happy Wednesday!
-Chelsea
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