today i saw a 32 year old gal walking the halls on my unit, hand in hand, with her equally young husband. he was carrying her oxygen canister while she, with her bald and shiny head, was slumped over a walker inching at snail pace.
i couldn't help but think - i doubt either of them dreamed of this moment. but vows are vows. and it's a beautiful thing to see a partner support their other half during their hardest and scariest times.
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