I was making lunch for myself a little bit ago and I came up with this whole blog I was going to write. It was going to be one of those blogs that I wish I could write all the time. The light-hearted, funny, witty blogs that make our lives seem so much better than they really are. Then I read what my darling husband posted last night…I cried.
I wish there were something I could do for him. I’m sorry that he had to let his card go. I know that pain when you feel that a piece of you has been wrenched away and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Only I know it in a different way. I wish he didn’t have to know that pain. It changes you, in the very core of who you are. I wish he didn’t have the weight of our entire world on his shoulders. I wish there was something I could do to make it all better. He is my hero, especially right now. I know he hates to give me these injections but without him I would have to give them to myself. (I cannot describe to you the fear and panic just thinking about that brings to mind.) Even when he does the simple things in life (the dishes , the laundry, bathing Elliott Richard and putting him to bed), he is my hero. I try and tell him this but I don’t think he believes me. He is though, he’s my hero and without him I would be lost. Plain and simple.