Phil was gone a lot. We'd just purchased our very own semi and he was driving it alone. I'd come off the road so we could start trying to have a baby. I conceived Zane January 24, 1999. Jill was my labor coach and only friend. Many days, she's what kept me from going batshit crazy.
She even painted my toenails.
She was the only one physically with me at Zane's birth. She fed me ice chips and comforted me.
I'll tell you more about our adventures when I can get through them. Right now, I'm typing through my tears and I just don't think I can go there.
Jill had emailed me on my son's birthday in October 2005 to tell me that she'd had breast cancer for a year, had a mastectomy, chemo and was "allll better". I believed her.
In November, the following month, I had the chance to go down to South Carolina to visit her, I hadn't seen her in 5 years. So I went and we had such a good visit.
Then in September of 2006, she called me to tell me her lung had collapsed. She was scared and alone. Zane and I rushed down to take care of her.
A year later, October of 2007, she called telling me she was low on blood and had to get some on Halloween. Just like her. I did some research and found out this meant the cancer was no longer in remission.
I got another call last week, Jill's neighbor, saying that Jill was not doing well and might not have much longer. So I packed up and headed down there.
I spent a week there, thank God I got to see her when she was still coherent. I got her ice chips and I even rubbed her feet. We used our Lamaze signals for her pain this time.
We spent New Year's Eve 1999 together, my son's first and New Year's Eve 2007 together, her last.
I want to say more, but I can't right now.
Rest in Jesus' arms sweety.
June 1, 1968 - January 8, 2008