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You are going to die before me. I already know this. You are going to get fat and go completely blind and probably, eventually, they will cut some parts off. You are going to fall apart in front of me. I know this. I still choose to stay. I will be there through all the appointments, the stickings and pokings and cuttings and bleedings. I have only wiped a few ***** in my life. Mine, my son's, a few babies of friends. I already plan on wiping yours when you cannot. I will draw little sugar skulls on your prosthetic feet. I will make sure you always have enough medicine and it is always refrigerated. I will help you in and out of the bathtub. I will massage your legs and arms and back and head and neck, every day. I will make our boys breakfast and walk the dogs and make sure everything goes back in the same exact spot and keep a file with all the pertinent medical information so I can fill out all the paperwork. I will take you to all those folk rock shows you love so much and describe the singers to you. We will still garden together. I can see you in a chair, barking out questions about our harvest and me, going back and forth, bringing you the biggest squash to hold. You see, I have given up thinking I am ever going to give myself to anyone else. It is you and you alone. So, when you start to fall apart, and you will fall apart, don't worry baby. I am going to be there to wipe your ***
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May 28, 2012
May 28, 2012 at 6:13 PM UTC
Diabetes is a ****
You are going to die before me. I already know this. You are going to get fat and go completely blind and probably, eventually, they will cut some parts off. You are going to fall apart in front of me. I know this. I still choose to stay. I will be there through all the appointments, the stickings and pokings and cuttings and bleedings. I have only wiped a few ***** in my life. Mine, my son's, a few babies of friends. I already plan on wiping yours when you cannot. I will draw little sugar skulls on your prosthetic feet. I will make sure you always have enough medicine and it is always refrigerated. I will help you in and out of the bathtub. I will massage your legs and arms and back and head and neck, every day. I will make our boys breakfast and walk the dogs and make sure everything goes back in the same exact spot and keep a file with all the pertinent medical information so I can fill out all the paperwork. I will take you to all those folk rock shows you love so much and describe the singers to you. We will still garden together. I can see you in a chair, barking out questions about our harvest and me, going back and forth, bringing you the biggest squash to hold. You see, I have given up thinking I am ever going to give myself to anyone else. It is you and you alone. So, when you start to fall apart, and you will fall apart, don't worry baby. I am going to be there to wipe your ***
JohnM
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May 28, 2012
May 28, 2012 at 6:13 PM UTC
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