I just told him to be happy we’re out going to the movies together. I told him to be happy that no one he loves is in the hospital today. I told him to be happy that we have this moment to spend together, in peace and harmony.

The pain in my right rib is intense, but I decided I had to drag myself out, because if I don’t make it I don’t want all of David’s last memories of me to be lying in bed in pain.

I was late on my IV antibiotic yesterday by just a few hours, and my cough started to come back with a vengeance. I have *never* had such a dramatic turn down my symptoms. My friend (who is a nurse) was with me all day, and she noticed the intensifying cough. It was the cough that actually made me realize I had forgotten to turn my pump back on, so my dose was late.

When I got the deep splinter in my toe on Sunday, June 16, it was around 5:30pm. By 9pm, I had developed a severe cough. Everyone in the ER was talking about it. By midnight, the cough was a wet cough.

It has been a battle ever since. It seems like I can’t miss any of my medications. This can not be a good sign.

Every moment is sacred!