Take you, The Colonel,
To be my husband;
To have and to hold,
From this day forward,
For better, for worse,
For richer, for poorer,
In sickness and in health,
To love and to cherish,
‘Till death do us part.” (or, “As long as we both shall live.”)
My hubby and I took those vows, almost 22 years ago. When we were young and in good health. We have kept plugging along through better and worse, through richer and poorer, loving and cherishing each other, in good health and now in sickness. Both of us. Sick at the same time, being each other’s caregiver and confidante.
So much has happened in our lives and our marriage, but here we are. Together. Knowing each other like never before. He thinks things, I say them. We finish each others sentences and thoughts. We even share some similarities in our illnesses. He has been diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis, Osteoporosis, Type 2 Diabetes. Sprinkle in some depression and anxiety. If you had all that going on, wouldn’t you be anxious too? The Colonel is unable to work. This man has been a workaholic his whole life. All he has wanted to do is take care of his family. Now, the burden of proof is on him to prove he can’t work.
I have lupus, osteoporosis, sjogren’s syndrome, Reynard’s syndrome and all the symptoms of Rheumatoid Arthritis, although no diagnosis yet. And, top that off with depression issues. But, in spite of all this, through God’s grace, I am plowing through the garbage, getting to the good stuff. The Colonel and I both are. We suffer from the “but you don’t look sick” illnesses. If people can’t see your illness, it doesn’t register in their heads and some folks even form judgments against you.
I don’t have all the answers. But, I do know this. I have a man in my life that loves and believes in me. I believe in and love that man to the moon and back. We are gonna make it. Through our love and the grace of God.
Until Next Time,