I was mostly absent last month due to my husband having major surgery. It was a scary, exhausting month. A lot of tears were shed. I was tested beyond normal limits. The fear of losing my husband gave me the strength to move forward even though I had no idea what I was doing.
I am a petite fierce warrior. My husband a gentle giant, in personality and size. He had reconstructive surgery on his stomach repairing two hernias. You do not realize how much you use your stomach muscles until you do not have them. This was the struggle daily to help my husband move, function, eat, sleep. After 25 years of marriage this was a severe test. On our relationship and our teamwork.
The sickness and health bit in your marriage vows is serious business and it’s the hardest work in marriage next to communication.
Overcoming this was difficult for both of us. It tested us in ways we have never been tested before. I am so grateful for each moment I have with my husband. I am so happy he is still here. Even in its chaos I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
Now we are both back to work. His body has healed. My spirit is recovering. Survival is a choice. It’s a hard one. It’s not an easy path. However the rewards are endless.
That is all I have for tonight friends. Writing and life are a work in progress…(just like me)😉