Most of J’s teenage years were spent in the hospital. He was a sickly boy and he’s been jabbed with needles (legally) in spots you wouldn’t even think of. Don’t worry, he’s been all better since he met me. No seriously. Knock on wood, his chronic problems haven’t caused us any big hiccups.
I told J I wanted to give blood at the local drive and he almost threw up on the spot. All his childhood memories came flooding back.
But, he was brave enough to come stand by my side. And we both survived.