This is my way of saying thank you.

I have barely started writing and am already in tears. I am sure I have brought tears to your eyes endless amount of times. These are not tears of pain, nor of joy. These are tears of appreciation.

Appreciation for staying with me every night at the hospital for nearly 2 and a half months. For all the times we prayed together, even though I did not understand what I was saying. For holding my hand every time I wanted to rip my head off because of the agonizing pain I was in. For sleeping next to me anytime I have nightmares about the hospital.

Your strength, this is what I have the most appreciation for. You were scared, you still are. Yet, somehow you cover it. I sometimes see you sitting on the prayer mat crying to yourself. I find strength in this as well. This entire time you never lost hope in God. Not once did you ask him why he did this. Instead you turned to him more than you ever have before. He has always been on your side.

I always wonder what your reaction was when told how severe my illness was. How you reacted when you were told if not treated in time, death is a possibility. If roles were reversed, my heart would split in two. It did, for sometime, when I didn't think I was going to make it.

You slowly put me back together, and for that I am forever grateful.