I hate seeing Alonso in pain. I hate knowing that there's nothing I can do to make it go away. I hate feeling like I haven't actually talked to him since monday because he's had to take so much medication.
But today, after getting a shot of morphine for his ouchies, he told me that he thinks I'm a keeper:) He told me that I'm beautiful, inside and out. He said that the only time he'll ever leave me is when he's serving God for two years. Call me young, stupid, naïve, whatever...but I love Alonso with all my heart and with everything I am, and I sincerely believe that he loves me back.
As an update, Alonso's back in the hospital again. His lung isn't quite healing like the doctor wanted it to. They're going to monitor his progress until Monday. The doctor will then decide whether or not he'll perform surgery. The surgery would entail cutting open Alonso :( and almost scraping or sanding the edge of his lung. The inflammation will help it to scar over and heal the hole faster. It seems kind of weird, but I guess that's how they do it. Oh well. I just hope that it doesn't get that far.
Love you, Lonso.