I woke up feeling like a truck had run over my entire body. Every movement hurt. Every breath felt heavy.
Daniel, meanwhile, had a brand new kidney and a second chance at life.
For weeks we shuffled around the house together like two exhausted grandparents.
The kids decorated our medicine charts with hearts.
Friends dropped off casseroles.
And every night Daniel would hold my hand and say the same thing.
“We’re a team.”
“You and me against the world.”
I believed him.
I truly did.
Life eventually settled down again.
