David I am so sorry that you got sick and that she did not stand by you through this. It definitely tests a marriage, but I thought that moments like these, when we need our spouses the most is when they are suppose to step up and do what is part of a marriage.
I know I would do the same for him.
He broke his back very early into our courtship, and instead of dinner and movies, I was emptying his pee jars and driving him to doctor’s appointments.
But I have been very scared at times that he’s going to jump ship.
Especially since I have nothing to offer him, and he goes to work and sees women put together in their business dresses, and comes home to me looking like that sick sister Zelda from Pet Sematary.
When I do have a day that I’m feeling good, he records me up and walking and talking and like my old self again,
so when I’m having a bad day I can watch those videos to remind myself that I do come out of these crashes and I do feel better and look good, even if it’s just for a day. I always feel like I’m a ghost who was granted 24 hours to go back to earth. Because I get to go outside and be under the sun and I get to see my dog and my husband and I’m so happy to be out of the brain fog and standing and thinking, but at the same time I’m saying goodbye to all of it because I have no idea when I will feel better again.
It’s almost maddening to try and figure out what I did to have that good day.
It doesn’t make any sense. I can eat healthy and take vitamins and feel terrible and I can also be so sick that I just want to eat pop tarts for a week, and end up having a good day.
But focusing on the symptoms I don’t have anymore so I know I am getting better helps. I used to scream and cry for hours because it felt like every cell in my body was giving birth. The lymph glands all in the front of my neck down to my collarbone would get so swollen and sore, that I could not take a deep breathe.
But watching winter turn to spring and spring turn to summer and now summer turn to fall from my bed has been just so depressing.
December 6, 2017 is when I fell ill.
I know when that date comes and I’m still stuck in bed, it will be the worst day of my life.
And to be called the kissing disease?!
It should be called the worst you will ever feel for the longest time and might ruin your life disease.
I don’t know if you had any cognitive problems. But besides the brain fog that is slowly getting better, my brain felt like a 2 year olds! I went from forgetting words to having a difficult time putting together a sentence, to no thoughts at all in my brain. That was truly a very scary time.
But we are getting better! And as terrible as this year has been, it’s really showed me what is truly important and to not sweat the small stuff.
There is a documentary I watched on Netflix about Hiroshima. There is an elderly Japanese survivor telling her story. At the very end of the documentary she talks about how she has tea near the area where she saw terrible things. How there are smiling happy families walking around going about their day. She can’t believe how normal her life is now considering what she went through and the devistation that is now a distant memory to her.
It made me cry like a baby when my husband said to me, see..that’s how you will remember this horrible time.