“And I…wanted to protect you. I didn’t want to worry you when your mom was so sick, when you were carrying so much already. You didn’t need someone else you loved weighing on your mind, not when this wasn’t going anywhere for me. Because what I’m dealing with is here to stay. It’s chronic.” “Rooney.” She grips my hand and squeezes gently. “What is it?” I explain the disease, how I got diagnosed at the beginning of high school, and by the time we were in college, I was in clinical remission. I tell her how the meds were doing their thing, and my worst symptoms weren’t present, so I took a
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