Melody, my PCA that replaced Jackie after Jackie went back to school for nursing, was a major blessing in my life. She loved to style my hair just like Jackie had and take me out of the apartment for walks around the neighborhood just like Nan had (although she never stole any flowers off anyone’s lawns). Melody made sure my hair got washed three times a week, and got me in the shower every single day, even though it meant going through the painstaking process of disconnecting and capping off running IV lines and spending twenty minutes covering up my accessed port in my chest so that it wouldn’t get wet at all.
She never complained about anything, but we did have lots of long serious talks where I told her about some of the crazy things I’d been through in the last 26 years I’d been alive. Melody always … Find Out What Happens Next
