in sickness and in health…and sickness

When I tell you this year has been the most intense when it comes to the above statement.  You have no idea how that comes into play until it actually comes into play.  February 2017 will go down as the scariest month of out entire time together.  Outside of the affairs, fighting, hard times financially, taking care of a sick husband is a hard thing to do.  Not just sick but on the brink of death – literally.

To go from just my hip hurts, to I can’t walk, to you have MRSA, to your oxygen is dangerously low, to needing a few days in ICU.  That sequence of events is not for the faint of heart and most certainly not for anyone not sure if they actually love their spouse enough to stay with them through it.  To watch you husband tell jokes while the rapid response team is posted around his bed and all you can do is cry – that shit was awful.

9 days in the hospital, sidebar – that bill was the biggest bill I’d ever seen in my entire life.  Anyway, that was just the tip of the iceberg.  When you have to hold up a man in the shower because he can’t stand.  Emptying urinals and buying home health care aids for your not that old spouse is humbling.  Life happens so fast and you never know what might be coming down your street.  Stay ready.  Not get ready but stay ready.  You ask how do you stay ready for things you can’t possibly expect to happen?  Stay in prayer, open communication with the person you love about random things that can become not random but real.  Real and real fast.