Let's talk about my awe-inspiring caregiver for a minute. Her name is Maggie and she has been such a strong part of my care team ever since we reconnected, around August of 2016. It started out with videochats until 4 or 5 am every night while she lived in Florida and worked a night shift, and I was living in my sisters basement taking enough steroids to keep me up all night, but not taking quite enough opioids or cannabinoids to put me to rest through some of my thoughest cycles of chemo. Within those medicated calls we rekindled a love from when we were kids - young adults technically - but back when we would tan through our off days, go to the gym at midnight, and leave all of the parties right when it was "time" after dating for about half a year, she decided to move up to Ohio to live our lives the only way we knew how. Thanks to her I was able to shift gears into normality and find a job in order to pay for rent, but since then we have been living our best lives and caring for each other. Unfortunately a few short weeks after she moved up here I was going into surgery to deal with AVN, a chronic bone disease that I got from the same steroids that kept me awake and talking to this girl each night. She took care of me through 8(+) orthopedic surgeries, recoveries, and complications all while still getting chemotherapy. She has held down a job, busted her ass to make our lives work financially, aided me through my medical problems, helped me manage a job with a negative and demeaning work environment, and it's all been done with such grace. Now with relapse and a new unknown treatment on the horizon, my lover is standing strongly beside me and helping me pull through this battle once again. I love my caretaker, Maggie Silveria, more than any long post could ever contain, but thanks for taking the time to hear about what a bad ass she is.
I love you, Mags!