It Was Love at First Sight!

The Day That Changed My Life.

From the moment my eyes set on her, it was clear I had to make everything possible to be by her side. But when she grabbed my hand and smiled at me, I knew I was doomed! I was her slave, and she would be my Khaleesi.

The following days were the best of my life; I couldn’t wait to get back from work to be by her side. We laughed and played together till late at night.

I sat by her side, watching her sleep, and in the morning, prepared to give her the warmest kiss. Yes, I know it sounds as if I was stalking her, but such is love.

Sometimes when your world feels like the best, and you are at the top, life happens, and it moves you like wind shaking a tree.

She looked sad; and wasn’t laughing anymore, her beautiful and joyful smile erased from her face. She wasn’t feeling well.

I took her to the doctor to see what was wrong. That was the moment I received the worst news. She was very, very sick. The doctor told us that if we didn’t get to the hospital, she could die.

So we drove as fast as possible and get her into the room.

Everything was happening like in a fast-forward movie. The nurses came and went; they took some blood for lab tests.

At this moment, time stopped, and I stood breathless, just waiting for the results.

When I saw her in her bed, my heart broke. There she was, so quiet, so fragile. I couldn’t wait for the doctor to tell us what was wrong with her.

When the results came back, we heard the terrible news; she had a severe condition, and the prognosis was so bad that she had little chance to make it through the weekend.

I felt someone pulling my life out of me.

Why, oh God, why?

Why Now?

Why this?

Why me?

Time passed, the seconds became minutes, then hours, then days. There she was in her bed, so many needles plugged into her veins, and cables going to a monitor, making that awful and monotonous sound: Beep, Beep, Beep.

On Monday, the specialist came to the room and told us that the studies came back confirming she had a strange disease and that she had to be under medical supervision for the rest of her life, and even though she was better, the next six months were critical.

She never complained. Her smile returned to her face. And she was recovering. Every visit to the doctor, he said she was better, but we had to be very careful.

When the first six months passed, they told us she was no longer in a critical state, but we had to be very cautious for the next two years. After that, it was two more years, where we had to check for any sign of something going wrong.

In all that time, my beautiful warrior taught me every day a lesson on survival and how to stand brave, no matter the circumstances.

Four years passed from that awful day in July, when we got the news, and everything was going fine, we took a trip and celebrate this long and sometimes painful journey.

So we packed our stuff, and we went to Disneyland!

You might think it’s a strange choice, but where else would you take the person you love the most, for some joyful time! She stood stoic during those hard times and taught me the most crucial lessons on courage, and how to be a better person.

And, she always wanted to see Winnie The Pooh.

Besides, where else can you take your four-year-old daughter for her birthday?

Now 30 years have passed, and the lesson is obvious.

Take nothing for granted!

I still wake up every day, thanking God for all the time she has been in my life, teaching, and guiding me.

And also, like that day when I stood by her bed at the hospital, asking him.

Please God, please, Just One More Day!