July 19, 2026
Today, it was finally another day to grind my pawnails. As usual, we sat on the deck when my pawnails were about to be ground down. We didn’t finish because of several reasons. First, do you think Nancy could just do the job without talking? You guessed right! She didn’t have to explicitly tell me that she would shower me with love (more like suffocate me) because of my lymphoma or that she loved me so much. Instead, I…