Wouldn’t it be great if marriages never had to endure the “in sickness” part of their vows? Unfortunately, that’s not a very realistic wish. We would be better off finding someone we know will stand strong when times get tough.
On our wedding day, standing on that terrace surrounded by our family and friends, I felt invincible. I certainly didn’t imagine that less than a year into our marriage I would begin the battle of a lifetime.
This is not about me though, this is about Paul. This is about the man who has proven to love me through it all.
I have to thank you, Paul…
For being my rock. For wiping my tears. For taking care of the house, and Ellie, and grocery shopping. For rubbing my back. For taking me to my endless doctors appointments. For cooking for me. For letting me nap when I’m too exhausted to function. For telling me everything will be ok. For knowing when to hug me and when not to. For encouraging me to work hard, but knowing my limits. For helping me with whatever I need when I’ve got too much on my plate. For finishing my lunch when it hurts too much to eat. For giving me chocolate when all I want to do is eat. For not making me feel lazy. For believing me. For making me go home when you know I can’t sit at my desk any longer. For keeping track of all my weird/gross/awkward symptoms and not being afraid to talk about them. For making me feel beautiful when I don’t. For making me laugh. For not judging me when I’m too exhausted to shower. For understanding why I’m always wearing pajamas (or leggings). For never making me feel like a burden. For never getting angry when my mascara stains your shirt. For holding me up when I’m near fainting. For speaking up for me when I can’t speak for myself. For changing your diet to make it easier on me. For knowing that I love you even when it’s hard for me to show it. For letting me yell when I’m frustrated and not telling me I’m overreacting. For being my chauffeur. For never complaining about the astronomical costs to get me help. For never making fun of my awkward looking heating pad that I wear 24/7. For fanning me when I have hot flashes. For never pointing out all the things I’m unable to do, and for reassuring me that I will be able to do them all again (someday). And, for the million other little things you do everyday that make my life easier.
Most of all, thank you for continuing to shower me with unconditional and devoted love.
This disease has taken a lot from me, but it will not take you. I wouldn’t be able to fight this battle alone, and I feel so blessed to have such an understanding, compassionate, and loving man by my side.