The last three months have been incredibly difficult (health wise) for Heuer and I. I have not written about any of it yet, well – haven’t written about much over the last year, but I need to, as I simply cannot keep it bottled inside anymore.
Our experiences deserve more than this post and I will find the time to break it all down. Right now, it is taking all my energy to remain calm as I sit alone in this waiting room awash in pale beige walls and sea foam green chairs, staring at a plain brown door waiting for my Heuer to emerge.
He has been in there an hour longer than expected. This concerns me. I am trying to remain strong. I am not asking that he walk out smiling, just that he walks out the door to me.
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