Asians to The Rescue... Monday, August 8

We met with the doctor today, a Chinese lady named Dr. Ngo. As soon as she stepped into the room to talk with my family and I, Snickers and I both looked at each other and mouthed the words “an Asian” with such excitement… hahaha.

I love the Asians. Much love to them!!!

Anyways, back to the real story at hand.

She talked with us about my mom’s situation – what’s going on, what to expect, so on and so on – and then she asked us if we had any questions. She looked straight at Snickers so I sarcastically said “Don’t ask him, he didn’t understand a word you said.” We all laughed, he blushed… well he blushed as much as a Korean could possibly blush.

Snickers has been so incredibly supportive of my family, insisting on calling my mom “Mom”, my dad “Dad” and my family his family. I told him “If I knew you were going to be this awesome with my family I would have skipped the first date and married you on the spot!!!” I think at first my father was somewhat shy with letting Snickers be in the hospital room with my mom. She goes through a wide range of emotions and often insists on throwing off her covers, exposing her bare legs and the tubing that is attached to her lower half. Snickers has handled it all with much respect though, helping to keep my mom covered, holding her hand, often pulling her up on the bed when it’s needed, and kissing her every time we leave from our visit.

QUESTION OF THE DAY...
How awesome are those around you?

QUOTE OF THE DAY...
Once you go Asian you don't go Caucasian.
-- Me