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Yesterday was a hard day for me.
For a long time I have been battling stomach issues and I have been putting off tests and procedures because I was afraid of what I might find. After being diagnosed at 17 with ulcerative colitis, a chronic disease that I will have for the rest of my life, I have always been very self conscious about telling anyone about it. I really can't remember when I told Nathan about it. Maybe he can, but I certainly can't remember. The point is, when I told him, he wasn't freaked out or worried or grossed out. He encouraged me about 3 months ago to go get a test to see how it's going, since I was supposed to be getting annual exams. I haven't had one in 10 years.
So, the day before yesterday I went through the awful prep and yesterday I had the procedure. I was terrified. I thought for sure I would have colon cancer or something else. I got a clean bill of health. Hearing that almost made me cry out of happiness. What was better is that the doctor doesn't necessarily think I even have ulcerative colitis. The best part: Nathan was there during my worrying, holding my hand and praying with me. He admitted to me he was scared. And we were scared together. It meant more than anything to me to have him there and be the biggest support to me. To come with me, to hold my hand, to drive me around, to help me into the house. He truly cared for me in one of my lowest points.
I love him so much and I never ever want to take that for granted.