He holds my hand and comforts me. He walks by my side and supports me. He envelopes me in his arms and takes my fears away. He shows me the world. He loves me just the way I am.
Mother, best friend, lover, artist, would-be photographer, thyroid cancer survivor, couch potato, sometimes manic, often depressed, learning to love herself Nana, living with Multiple Sclerosis and Manic Depression.
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