It’s been a while since Rosie or I have posted anything here. I’m sure I saw a lonesome tumbleweed blowing across the screen a little while ago, that and a whole bunch of cobwebs in the dusty Microsoft Word corners. It’s actually been a somewhat harrowing month for both Rosie and me. It’s been much worse for her than for me of course. I mean, I’ve gone about my daily routine, done my thing, worked to bring home the bacon as it were. She on the other hand, has struggled day-in and day-out. She’s a fighter though, never giving up. If I had half her courage I would be superman.
Imagine living without food or without being able to quench your thirst. Not being able to eat would be my worst nightmare. Rosie lives that way… always. She doesn’t eat and she doesn’t drink. Well, not as you and I do at least. Her stomach is paralyzed and she lives by means of a feeding tube. She has been my best friend the past seventeen years and never once in all that time, has she eaten food. I met her face to face for the first time back in 2011. I spent a whole summer with her in Litchfield, Minnesota. I was there again in 2012, 2013 and 2014. Trust me; I’ll be back for summer 2015 as well.
So, imagine not being able to eat or drink. You have a guest over from Europe, a guest who eats and drinks. Imagine cooking breakfast, lunch or supper, knowing the best you can ask for is a waft of fine food lifting about the kitchen. You are hungry beyond words, but you cannot eat. You can smell and you can watch your guest eat. That would drive me insane. Not Rosie though. She’s a wonderful cook. Doesn’t that inspire you? It really inspires me.
I am not going to go into why Rosie cannot eat or drink. One day you’ll all get to read the book of her life and then you’ll ask yourself more questions than you ever thought possible. Knowing her story first hand, I ask myself the questions you’ll ask, over and over again. I guess the first one will be; what drives a woman to fight so hard and to remain so faithful when death spends so much time waiting at her door?
On the first of October this year Rosie underwent a major surgery, yet another major surgery. She’s pretty used to them by now. Her pain levels went through the roof and for a woman who lives in constant pain, that’s telling you something. She came as close to death as one possible can without actually dying. She is home again now. Rosie is bedridden for the time being at least, forced to remain in bed for the foreseeable future. She has a cockatiel in a cage and a couple of cats for company. She also has copies of every book I’ve ever written. It isn’t really very much though, is it?
Nobody knows what the future holds for Rosie. She is fighting against the odds once more, struggling to remain strong in spite of her anguish and pain. Her story is one of sheer determination. Rosie doesn’t quit, she won’t give up. One thing’s for sure, Rosie will go on fighting, go on proving the doctors wrong and go on inspiring others.
God bless you, Rosie ♡