In Sickness and in Health

IMG_6888We recently returned from a wonderful, relaxing vacation in Mexico. Nine days, just the two of us, relaxing, laying in the sunshine, enjoying the beauty, margaritas and each other. It was exactly what we both needed!

The waters around the resort were all marine preserve and kayaking or stand up paddle board, snorkeling, boating were unbelieveable. Shells, colors, sea life, birds, sunshine. Ahhh….beauty upon beauty.

Upon return to our home, we were aglow with the tan, the relaxed and renewed spirit and heart. Then, the fever settled in. The body aches and migraine. Then Tim came home with the same symptoms. We must have gotten in to something together. Indeed. A mosquito.

Dengue fever is rather common, but not well-known in these parts. And not recommended! After 7 days of fever, migraines, debilitating body aches, we found out about the rash. Head to toe rash. Drive-you-crazy-can’t-itch-don’t-touch-me rash. That lasted about 3-4 days. Then there is the blood issues – low platelets that put you at risk of illness (more illness? have mercy).

Needless to say, after two weeks of the fever, rash, pain, tiredness, uneasiness and follow-up symptoms, we have fully tested the “in sickness and in health” idea of marriage. I adore my honey and overall we did pretty well. There is a little symptom in the list called “irritability” – yeah, we tasted that just a little, but for the most part, we are so grateful to be feeling better and on our way back to work!

If I have to be down with someone, I’m so glad it was you babe!


In Sickness and In Health

Today as I deplaned from over ten hours of airport travel at my final destination, I saw something so simple, but so beautiful, it almost made me cry.

A man in his fifties, maybe early sixties, bent down and kissed his wife tenderly on the cheek and then began pushing her in an airport issued wheelchair. The kind smile on his face and gentle touch said he was with the love of his life and proud of it. I imagined my sweet hubby and I in that position. He would be the same caring man that would love me no matter what. He is like that and I am so blessed.

I know that because the last couple of years tested us. I am proud to say we stood and are closer than ever. Hubby’s father became sick and was hospitalized for weeks that turned into months and on the eve of his discharge to rehab, he suffered a fall and passed the next morning. His family came and went through our home before, during, after. For weeks, we were the harbor for his entire family during one of their most painful times. We all grieved the loss. My own mother toyed a little closely with that this year as well. Weeks and weeks of uncertainty about the ones we love is heart wrenching at best; emotionally, physically and relationally taxing.

Add to this mix concerns for our own children, two totaled cars after accidents, stress and cuts and change at both of our jobs and the addition of the unknown for my health….it was nearly more than we could take. In many ways, it forced us to refocus on what was important. To simplify our focus was a survival tactic and it was all we could do to cope.

During the time, I was told that I may have MS. A scan of my brain had many white spots that indicate a degenerative disease and I would need to see a specialist. Problem was….it took nearly six months to see him and in the meantime the nagging thought of being a patient for my hubby to care for ate away at me….at him. It was the unspoken conversation in the glances. The fear hanging in the spaces of our conversations. I was scared and tried to be brave. I acted strong and felt as weak as I ever had. Worry ate at my heart. I don’t want to be a burden. I don’t want to hold him back.

When we finally saw the specialist he told us I do have a lot of spots on my brain, many more than normal, but no other symptoms of MS. End of story. I wish I could tell you that I don’t think about it, but I would be lying. What am I supposed to look for? Do I come back? I bravely push those thoughts away and avoid them. Until today…they flooded over me again. But this time, a sweet peace settled just behind those thoughts. IF that ever were the case, my hubby would have leaned in to kiss me and treated me with dignity and kindness like this stranger. I am blessed indeed.