Yvonne sure needed a hug yesterday, and I felt bad that I couldn't be there--the first call from the Cancer Center asking me to come down there right away ("she's okay, but..."), and I was in Seattle for the day. But Dad hurried over.
Today, as the nurse, David, was changing the IV fluids, Yvonne told me what had happened when Dad arrived. "David came in and found me sitting in your dad's lap," she said, then turned to me conspiratorially: "I asked David, but he wouldn't let me."
The nurse took the teasing well. "You sure did need a hug," he said mildly.
"That's right, and I'll take one from anybody," Yvonne agreed. "I'm what you would call a cuddle slut."
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