For years now I have sort of mourned that we aren't "close" like were were growing up. After I got sick, I realised we still are, just in a different way. When I went in for surgery, he was at the hospital that day ...he was the first to come in and see me after the surgery and brought my dad, afterwards, he made himself available to come and get me and bring me home (it was stalled for days). He is the one who came and got me and brought me home. He also came back the next week and installed safety bars in my bathroom for me. It made all the difference for me!
I have been back to work now for a month and going to physical therapy twice a week and doing better. On Friday my work computer took a dump and just stopped working. Because it is mine I am resposible for it. I took it home and called the place I bought it from, they said it would be at least 7-8 days and first come first serve. I was distraught. My brother asked me to bring it to him and he would look at it. Long story short, Video card went bad, he fixed it and I am ready to go back to work tomorrow. He is my hero. He has helped me so much lately and he just takes it in stride and says, "no problem". I don't know what I would do without my brother!
I love you Billy, thank you so much!