Yessie and I are headed to Vegas courtesy of a friend of ours. And it couldn't come at a better time. We actually booked a trip to Miami for the middle of May, so we get two little vacations for the price of one.
I've been through some obvious stressors, but more importantly Yessie has. She's been by my side through the entire ordeal (and then some, which maybe we'll share at a later date but maybe we won't. Really that's up to her).
I'm sure most of you following my logs think of 'wow must be tough for Casey" or "he must feel awful," and I did...still do sometimes. And, as always, thank you for your concern. But it was as hard on Yessie. She shared a story with me at the airport today...
She told me the one day I came down the stairs (naked!), she saw my reflection in the TV and wouldn't even turn around to see me. I was my skinniest at this point, right around 180lbs, and it brought her to tears. Now that's someone who cares, and someone who was hurting as much as I was hurting. Maybe even more because she probably felt more helpless than I did. I had my own hope. My own desire and will to get better. All she had was, 'can I get you some water' or 'are you hungry' or 'can I tuck you in.' That's not easy.
So this is a vacation for Yessie, my caretaker and my lover. Thanks for all you've done mi Amor.
