Feb 28, 2010 13:31
Jim slipped into a coma early this morning. The doctors say that they aren't sure when, if at all, he'll come out of it. All surgeries have been cancelled. This is the point where the only person that can fight this is Jim.
I'm thinking about yesterday, and the last things we said to each other. I told him I loved him, and he just smiled and said, "I know." Then he asked me to come back tomorrow. I promised him I would. Then he squeezed my hand and said, "I can't wait to get the hell out of this place."
Don't let that be the last thing. His last words.
Please God, let him wake up. I can't do this alone.
I can't live without Jimmy.
best friend,
sick,
cancer,
hospital,
ex boyfriend