Gross True Love

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At my most recent clinic, the nurse pulled out my mic-key – the feeding tube that allows access to my stomach – so they could give me a fresh one, and all of my breakfast came out like a volcano. Before the nurses could even react, Evan dove in and covered the hole with his bare hands. Remember, my feeding tube version of vomit was pouring out. Nothing grosses him out when it comes to me. Nothing. And that is true love in all its gross glory.

Please enjoy the illustration below, and have a happy Valentine’s Day!

J/K about the illustration. I love you too much to do that to you. (insert adorable, mischievous grin)

Xoxo,

Rachel “The Volcano” Doboga

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