I'm 21. Female. Didn't go to college, and am no longer working, so here's what I do.
Well about a year ago, I was just like anybody else. I was working a full job and having a fairly normal life. I worked so much I practically didn't have a social life. I have a couple of friends who I've known for 4+ years but since we all worked it was hard to get together. I mostly spent time with my family. My boyfriend lived in another state so that was that.
Last year in August my boyfriend was diagnosed with Cancer. Despite that being really hard on him - on everyone who loved him - I couldn't just get up and leave. I did go see him in September, although it had aldeady been planned since that is his birthday month. His treatment and everything was going well and I got to see him for December and Valentine's Day. At the end of February I got a message from his mom saying, "[Name] please pray for my Luigi, he's in a coma." I was distraught. That's all the message really said besides, "Idk, something went wrong and he is in an induced coma." I was scared, so this time I did pack my things and go. I had filed my tax income early so i had a decent amount of money to do it - about 6 months if I limited myself. So in February I left home and moved to Texas.
After he woke up from his coma he had neuropathy in both of his feet and lost so much muscle in his legs - from the lack of excercise and coma - that he couldn't walk. It took him about 3 months to learn how to walk again. His family took care of him, obviously, but for a while I was his primary caregiver as everyone had to go to work or school. Everything worked out fine as they were able to continue work and he was beimg taken care of.
At the end of June I went home for 3 weeks. I went home, spent time with my family and friends, then came back. My plan was to begin working again as he was in remission and start settling down in California, but I forgot all my papers at home - papers that are too sensitive to send through the mail. It didnt matter. They were finally able to find a bone marrow donor who matched him 9/10 and the transplant was set for August. We spent the next month just being together with his family, and he took me to my first beach.
August 25th he recieved his bone marrow transplant and here we are, 5 weeks later. We (Mom, Dad, Aunt) go see him everyday and support him as much as possible. Even if I had been working it would have been really hard to not be able to see him everyday. In April he spent a month in the hospital and I spent almost everyday squeezing in and sleeping in his hospital bed, or on the little cot they give you. Every appointment, every hospital stay - including the one that happened to land on Christmas when I visited - I was there.
I got by on my savings, but that's been out for a few months now. I have a few bills but I'm carelessly letting them build up - it's nothing I can't pay back with a few months of work. His family is letting me stay with them for as long as he needs - they know I am an important part of his healing process. I don't need a lot, just the necessities (?) to get me by which they graciously help me out with. For now we're judt focusing on getting him better so he can go back to school, or do what he needs to do, and get back to his normal life. After he is done with transplant I am going home to pick up my papers to spend time with my family and friends. Hopefully not too long after that I can find a job and start settling down in California with my boyfriend.