I’m sure there are days when my husband feels more like a caregiver than anything else. I know this has to be frustrating at times for him, not fully understanding what’s happening to me on days when I can’t walk or dress myself. This is nothing new for me, waking up one day feeling like I can do anything and then waking up the next day asking my 4 year old to help me walk a few steps. I went through depression in high school, through the “why me” phase until I realized that there may never be a cure or amazing treatment in my lifetime. I have so many hopes for my life and I can’t let the pain ruin them. One of those hopes is for my family, to have my children, and for Johnny and I to get old together watching them grow.
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