5. 🦸🏻♂️ Samuel #1
The last but not the least leading man in my story is my husband, Samuel.
We were so different from the beginning: He was born and raised in Taiwan, as I was living abroad until I was 15. It was more of an Asian versus American thinking, diet and values, we were North and South Poles.
However, his confidence and being the person that he truly is were enough to lure me away, not to mention he was the band’s leading singer at the time, and that made him shine and I surely was meant to fall for him.
His affection for me has never faded for the 19 years that we were together. He loved me from the time I was young and full of confidence, and still adored me when I was all scarred, and blown up with steroid.
When I started to doubt myself, he was the one that dragged me out from the sand, he was the one to bring me back to reality. He pushed me out of the door when all I wanted to do was hide and enclose myself. He knew what I needed, a haircut, some new XL clothes that would make me feel better. He made sure, he would never let anyone that we know see me in a wheel-chair, which I was not ready for.
For 19 years, his unconditional love for me was what made me feel safe and protected. He knew how desperately I wanted to have a baby of our own, he told me, everyone has regrets in their life, you will only have this one, for until death do us apart, it will always be you and me.
Of all my surgeries, there were a few times I was sent to the ICU, he had asked the doctor to let him stay inside, so he could take care of me 24-7 There were no beds, not even chairs to begin with, the nurses was moved by his devotion, they gave him a chair, and that’s where he rested during the nights, dozing on and off.
When I was on the edge of breaking down from the endless surgeries, he knelt before one of the doctor, and begged him to remove the tumor as much as he could, although at the time, we already know it was impossible, just to prolong the time between surgeries.
Together, we encountered fear, desperation, until we were forced to face the reality. Samuel was always there, he rallied me on, I knew I always had him to lean on, and all the while, he was the best care giver ever.
The last surgery before I was pregnant, I was still staying in the hospital learning how to walk, yet again. Samuel said, I will take you abroad for a vacation after we get out of the hospital, you will feel refreshed. I thought he was insane! I couldn’t even stand without assistance. For each wobbly step, I had to stop 3 more seconds for the next one. I was too stuck to go anywhere.
Samuel has, again, worked his magic, made the trip to Japan happen. Amongst all, he had also asked a couple-friend and my sister to accompany us. They were the best and most understanding companions, who stroll the streets of Osaka in baby steps with me.
My hubby was right, the trip made me feel revived. I had the right to lead a normal life, and I had the right to be hopeful again.
We found out about our miracle baby after the trip to Japan, but he was already inside me when I was devouring all those sashimi and raw seafood.
This is not enough to describe what Samuel and I went through. We always joked, if karma existed, maybe I was the villain that he assigned to save the people, therefore we are bond together in this life. No debts one way or the other.
