Saturday, January 19, 2019
an incomplete list of the ways he made me feel better during the three days between the second (and way ouchier) mammogram and the biopsy
He suggested we watch a movie and I eat a whole pizza.
He insisted he go with me for the biopsy even though I'd made the appointment for eight in the morning and he's not a morning person.
He said I get to pick all the movies we watched that weekend even if I wanted to watch cheesy Eighties adventure films.
He told me he knew it would be okay.
He said, "If it makes you feel better, I loved you back when you didn't have any boobs at all."
He put pizza on the shopping list and circled it like it was really, really important.
[If you know me, you know pizza is really, really important.]
On the night before, he rubbed my head and ran his fingers through my hair until I fell asleep.
He went to the store and came back with three pizzas.