Eternal gratitude

Lest anyone thing that, now that I'm "all better" (which I'm not), I can do without the careful ministrations of my love Christine, I can't.
I suppose I could survive without her, but it wouldn't be a lot of fun, nor nearly as pleasant.
I know, I know, she did a lot of things for me (cooking, washing, etc.) before all this happened, but it's just the on-going details of life ("Did you take your pills yet?") that she helps me with that make all the difference.
A good woman, a good friend, and a great comfort to me.
When next you see her, give her a hug from me.
Thanks.