I know, everyone says that. But I mean it too. Not only does she take care of this family. But she does it all with MS (Multiple Sclerosis). She’s probably had it for years even though she was just diagnosed a few weeks ago. She was diagnosed with other things before so through all that time, she was on meds that would help for a month or two, then stop helping. Well, now we know why. They weren’t treating the right disease. It sucks that the diagnose was that, but our hope is, now that we know what it is, maybe she can get the proper help.
Even though she doesn’t sleep worth a crap at night (I still say it’s because she’s in bed with me). She wakes up every morning and wakes me up. And for the last few weeks that’s been at 4:20 am. Then she tries to sleep a little bit before having to get up to get my two kids (8 yrs. & 6 yrs.) up for school. Takes Samantha to school, comes home and then takes Skyler to school, then comes home for a few hours before taking Trevor to school. In between all that, she’s making sure they are fed and looking good. Then a couple hours afterwards she picks up Samantha and Trevor. All this while some days she can barely move without pain, days where her head hurts so bad she looks drugged, days where she’s so exhausted, it’s all she can do to just get up to go to the bathroom. Then after everyone is home, she makes supper. Not always just 1 supper as Skyler doesn’t eat meat so she cooks 2 meals for us. But that isn’t all I love about her.
She is so strong, when she feels so weak. So smart, even though she feels like her mind is failing her. So loving, when all she feels is pain. She has taken this diagnosis in stride and just keeps plugging along. She complains about the pain, who wouldn’t, but she never says “Why did this happen to me?” or “What did I do to deserve this?” She just keeps going and tries to do all she can. I have to tell her to stop and I get on her all the time for not asking for help. I have to tell her it’s ok to not go to the kids games because it’s 100 degrees out. That it’s ok to sit on your butt once in awhile and just take it easy.
The worst part is the rest of us in the house take advantage of her and she lets us. The kids are horrible about this, but I don’t think all 3 have a clue what she deals with on a daily basis. 2 are just too young to understand, and the other is afraid to admit that it’s happening to her mother. Even I’m guilty of this, I try to help out and I think I do help some, but she always does things for me that I could do for myself. I tell her to leave it for me, but I know she won’t. I need to just take over and do it for myself.
I won’t even get into what she deals with emotionally with dealing with certain family members of hers, or either of our exes, and even myself and the kids. The whole time she deals with those emotional rollercoasters, she deals with this ugly disease. But I believe that things will get better, because I can’t see why this awesome woman was brought into our lives, just to suffer with pain and anxiety. I see her strength fighting this disease the whole time. And I will be by her side the whole way.
So in closing, I love my wife, not only for the love she shows me but for the strength she shows everyone else. She doesn’t even have a clue how strong she is, and I love her for that. My job as her husband is to make sure she knows how special she is to me. I don’t always show it, that’s my flaw. A flaw she more than makes up for with all the ways she shows me that she loves me. I will try to live up to her expectations because it’s the least I can do for my wife, the love of my life, my everything. My heart and soul belongs to her.
I love my wife!
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