You guys, story time.
MS and the craziness surrounding it doesn't just affect me. It's not just a strain on MY physical, mental, and emotional health. It affects my family and my household too. It affects my husband. Can you imagine having to suddenly send an email saying you're going to miss a meeting because you have to pack up and take your wife to the ER, because she can't feel or use her left arm well and her legs are buckling? Can you imagine watching her, for a week, struggle to even function halfway normally because she is being pumped full of steroids that cause her to have constant panic attacks, mood swings, nausea, all while trying to deal with the fact that suddenly her body will not listen to what she's trying to tell it to do?
All this, all you can do is watch. Fetch an ice pack. Offer a gentle hug. Listen to her cry. Then, suddenly, a few days after treatment, she's watching a commercial for some sort of egg scramble and she becomes HUNGRY for the first time in days, and at 9:30 in the evening you get up and fry her up a few eggs for a sandwich because hey, she's eating something other than a cracker.
And then the next day, when she finally feels like maybe she can eat a whole meal for dinner and she has a really random craving for a homemade burger and some fries - when she wakes up from an evening nap, there is is, a homemade burger and fries.
This man right here is my world. My rock. He has gone above and beyond for me everyday and I can't even begin to describe what it means to me.
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