I don’t know why it popped in my head sometime last year, when it went really bad for S. and we were seriously worrying about, you know, that which you do not want to prepare for. Suddenly it just was there … “Don’t you worry about a thing … Every little thing is gonna be alright”. I don’t even like or know much Bob Marley but that was stuck in my head for most of the rest of the year.
Back then it was cynical as much as comforting, but today I can actually start to believe in it, as S. will be coming home on Saturday as a trial, spending a day at home after having been in hospital for well over six months. She’s not quite home yet, but it’s going in the right direction: getting stronger, slightly less vulnerable to infection, better prepared. It can still go wrong, but we’re much more optimistic than we were even a month ago…
Also. We’ve been married for six months today.