The confession

I'm considering applying for a job. I'm unsure if I should. The current lack of work stress is nice. This would potentially change that.
But VHL has its own way of making things stressful and for the last few days I've kept that all to myself. Until tonight. Tonight I confessed.
In the safety of his arms and while we were being honest I told him.
I have a new symptom. I'm scared. I want to be in the safety of home. It's not my imagination. This could be serious. This could fuck everything up.
And I cried.
Then we talked strategy.
Then we looked up neurologists in Malawi.
Then we looked into the medical insurance.
And then we had a beer.
Who needs the use of their arms?

Me, me, I do. *puts hand up in the air.