We feel fiercely protective of this woman.
She is our friend and one of the most trusted people in our lives.
Too old to be my daughter, too young to be motherly ... Our relationship is totally unconventional and due to the cultures we're trying to bridge to understand one another, it is even awkward at times - but it is a deeply treasured relationship.
We take care of each other. We work together to make things click at our house. She does so much for the Livesay family - we'd flounder without her steady and reliable presence in our lives.
Today I asked her what the heck she was doing working when I knew darn well she felt like a pile of dump. She burst into tears. I quickly texted the good Doctor (Jen) to ask her to bring the stuff to test Geronne for Malaria. We drew her blood at the kitchen table - like you do - and upon seeing a strong positive result Jen and I ordered her to lie down and rest and take medicine and drink. We're forcing liquids on her now and forbidding her to help with anything.
We're praying Geronne feels well again soon. Right now she is very miserable and sad.
