 I just really liked how the clouds looked last evening.
I wasn't planning on updating again so soon, but I just felt compelled to. Last night, we took a trip to the supermarket for a few things, and PetCo to get a new water fountain for Jack. He's spoiled and likes his water to move and flow. There were crickets hopping around and the staff was playing catch with something or other. We ended up getting a collar for the new kitten and a scratching thing that will probably never be used. Between these two stops, though, we took a trip to Toys 'R Us! I'll explain now that John is an avid comic book reader. Not in the embarassingly creeped way, but I still like to poke fun. Also, he is probably the biggest Wall-E fan out there right now. He saw the midnight showing, saw it again with me, and wants to see it on IMAX! He heard Toys 'R Us had exclusive Wall-E toys; ( I took pictures. )
We didn't even end up with any Wall-E merchandise, I think because he wants a life-size version. We came back home, had some dinner, and watched some television. But then there was a surprise drying of tears, and it had me realizing just how much I love this person.
When John was four or five, doctors found a massive, cancerous tumor on his kidney. This was in the '80s and he has a big scar to show and a tiny frame from the chemotherapy. Almost twenty years later (and before I met him), doctors find a non-cancerous tumor in his brain. He writes his will, he has brain surgery, he is safe and recovers well. The left side of his face has lost feelings in some parts, and the vision and hearing out of the respective pieces is fuzzy. He's had digestive problems for years and years and, every so often, he has such bad tummy aches that he's almost immobile. Doctors say he has an ulcer, and he should try to live a bit more stress-free. Well, I was rubbing his belly last night and felt a little ball in his stomach. This could be the ulcer, it could be a cyst; but with his history, he became very upset at the entire situation. He cried in my arms that he just wants to be better.
We always joke that the sickest boy in the world is with the most healthy little girl (healthy in the terms that I've never seen a doctor or hospital about anything, really - just checkups; there was that one time I had mono, but it wasn't debilitating like the horror stories I hear!), but I really just want him to be ok. I know I can handle whatever happens (well, not whatever), and that I'll be here - I just want, for his sake, for him to be ok. And I think he will, I just have a feeling.
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