I have her back. I don't deserve this, but will take what I am dealt. She worked like a slave to come back from this operation. I, on the other hand, did almost nothing but stand on the sidelines and wring my hands. I thank God, and anyone else I can think of, for the turnout. She is snotty, impossible, and otherwise hard to get along with. In other words, normal.
Thank you, God. I owe you.
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