There is no way I can talk about my journey, without mentioning my husband. I love my husband. If there were a word greater than love I would feel that. From the day I met him in high school, I knew he was an amazing guy. I didn't know that I would have the privilege of being married to that amazing guy, however. He has ALWAYS been loving and supportive, but I never knew the lengths of that love and support...
He has been my rock. He has kept all of my pieces together when I wanted to break into a million of them. He has anticipated my needs and filled them, even when I was not sure myself what it was I needed. He has stopped what he is doing to help me in any way, even if it meant driving back home to do so. Waking up early so he could help me get dressed (without being asked), doing my hair, washing my hair or aiding in showering (for 7 weeks, nonetheless), stripping and emptying drains, being my favorite nurse...the list could go on for pages.
He did this all with unconditional kindness and love. Never once did he make me feel like I was a burden - even when I had to wake him in the middle of the night to help me get out of bed and to the bathroom when he would have to be up and at work in a few short hours. There were days when I would apologize for being so needy and he would just hug me.
He has been at every doctor's appointment (minus maybe 1 or 2) - no matter how minor - and has rearranged his schedule without asking to be sure he was. He held my hand when I needed it, or made faces if I needed lightening up.
I never had to face anything alone. He was always by my side. I will never have the words to truly express what he has been to me this year or to thank him for being so selfless and loving. I do know that I couldn't have done it without him and that I love him, more and more each day.
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