After re-reading my post from yesterday, I sound silly. And selfish.
If you've ever been surrounded with death looming at your door, watching your husband fade away, trying to make it financially, a depression that can, at times, overwhelm you, you've just described me to a T.
I came alive last week. I smiled, a real genuine smile. I laughed. I had something to look forward to each morning as I got up. Oh, it was wonderful. Just wonderful.
But, only God knows what's best for me. I believe and fully trust in Him. Time will tell. If not, well then, it wasn't right for me.
On the home front, husband had a good week. Jack & Kristen took care of him, with Kristen doing most of the work. She made sure he ate lunch and did not sleep all day.
He said he was glad I got out of the house, and looked forward to me coming home each night.
I took him out for a bit yesterday. He enjoyed it.
Father in law and his wife came yesterday with a big surprise. Father in law bought us a small trailer for husband's scooter chair. All I have to do is buy a hitch for it. That was so sweet of him.
We had a great visit. Lupe, (FIL's wife) and I had a great time visiting. She told me at one point that husband looked too thin, was he eating enough? She was concerned that he sleeps a lot. I explained that I make him wake up, per Dr's orders. She said he looked pale to her. Said she was concerned about husband.
I had to explain to her that no matter what I do for husband, this disease will always win. He will sleep a lot, he will lose weight. All I can do is make sure he gets the nutrition he needs and stimulate him to keep him awake for the better part of the day. She told me I was doing a good job of taking care of him, it's just that it upsets her to see him now. Yeah, I know.
An excellent week for me, just another week for husband.
Beginning this week, I go back to my "real" life.