Caregivers

I know I just wrote, but I just came from a support group and there were a couple spouses there talking about how they are effected by the disease. About how they worry, about how when they get frustrated then they feel guilty.. like they don't have a right to (Ugh you do). Make no mistake, but while the illness does not like in their bodies, it might as well. It effects the family too. It made me really think about and appreciate what caregiver means.

Caregivers: the term affectionately given to those who take care of us that are ill. Our other better halves. Our family. That someone for me is my husband. He is absolutely a rock. He always seems to strike this perfect balance between letting me know he cares enough to worry, but not letting me on to his worry enough that I am overcome with it. He does my laundry and lovingly brings it to me at our next visit, has taken over the house duties and parental duties AS well as still works to provide us our home and things we need. When I cry, he holds me and without fail knows the perfect thing to say. To get me back on my feet and remember how to be positive, and yet never really asks much for himself. Throughout this news he stays an amazing Dad, a great cop and friend, and an amazing husband. Sure, in the vows it says sickness and in health but does anyone thing they're signing up for the bad health part in their 20's. Doesn't matter. My caregiver is right there and I know I could not fight this without him. I feel I can't justify in words what he is for me.

So I want to dedicate this blog to those caregivers out there. They are amazing, they are our rocks, and without them we would be alone. Thanks for making sure we are never alone :)