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StarRidgeAcres
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I do not appreciate my husband as much as I should. This thread is a good reminder to me that I'd be lost without him.
Mark is not a horse person, doesn't really know one horse from the other, doesn't really know how to handle them, etc. But he knows how much they mean to me so he tries very hard to be a part of them with me. He does all the driving to/from shows, keeps the truck and trailer loaded, hauls all my tack to the stalls for me, will feed and water when I ask him.
But I think what I will ALWAYS remember of him going way above and beyond for me is something he did in 2003. He'd been laid off from his job since just after 9/11. I've been our sole income since that time. Sometimes that gets really stressful for me. In early 2003 my mother was diagnosed with lung cancer, stage IV. She'd always had different ailments so her being ill and needing attention was nothing new. But the cancer really took it to another level. She was in and out of the hospital, to and from doctor appts and radiation treatments. It was constant.
Then in the early summer she took a turn for the worse and it was decided she could no longer live in her senior appt. Mark offered that she could come live in our house. I was shocked! He'd never been one for having relatives even stay for visits at our house. But we decided to convert my office to a room for her, we moved furniture around so she could use a walker, Mark modified our hall bath to accommodate her better.
During this time I went to work each day and Mark fed her, made sure she got her meds, got her to her dr appts, kept her sheets clean, clothed her, everything. But most importantly, he made it possible for her to avoid her greatest fear in life - going to a nursing home.
Towards the end taking care of my mom required myself, Mark and my sister because she needed 24/7 care. Mark did most of it and he NEVER complained about the total chaos of our life. He never complained about changing her soiled bedsheets, or about the obvious stress or about having to hand-feed her to make sure she got something down. It was the greatest gift he could ever give me because it was the greatest gift I could ever give my mother. It made her last months bearable for all of us.
She passed away peacefully in our home and she never had to be afraid of relying on strangers to care for her. I don't know if I could have done all the things he did for my mom. If the tables were turned, I honestly don't know if I could do it. He pulled on some inner strength that I didn't even know he had. I will never forget it.
Mark is not a horse person, doesn't really know one horse from the other, doesn't really know how to handle them, etc. But he knows how much they mean to me so he tries very hard to be a part of them with me. He does all the driving to/from shows, keeps the truck and trailer loaded, hauls all my tack to the stalls for me, will feed and water when I ask him.
But I think what I will ALWAYS remember of him going way above and beyond for me is something he did in 2003. He'd been laid off from his job since just after 9/11. I've been our sole income since that time. Sometimes that gets really stressful for me. In early 2003 my mother was diagnosed with lung cancer, stage IV. She'd always had different ailments so her being ill and needing attention was nothing new. But the cancer really took it to another level. She was in and out of the hospital, to and from doctor appts and radiation treatments. It was constant.
Then in the early summer she took a turn for the worse and it was decided she could no longer live in her senior appt. Mark offered that she could come live in our house. I was shocked! He'd never been one for having relatives even stay for visits at our house. But we decided to convert my office to a room for her, we moved furniture around so she could use a walker, Mark modified our hall bath to accommodate her better.
During this time I went to work each day and Mark fed her, made sure she got her meds, got her to her dr appts, kept her sheets clean, clothed her, everything. But most importantly, he made it possible for her to avoid her greatest fear in life - going to a nursing home.
Towards the end taking care of my mom required myself, Mark and my sister because she needed 24/7 care. Mark did most of it and he NEVER complained about the total chaos of our life. He never complained about changing her soiled bedsheets, or about the obvious stress or about having to hand-feed her to make sure she got something down. It was the greatest gift he could ever give me because it was the greatest gift I could ever give my mother. It made her last months bearable for all of us.
She passed away peacefully in our home and she never had to be afraid of relying on strangers to care for her. I don't know if I could have done all the things he did for my mom. If the tables were turned, I honestly don't know if I could do it. He pulled on some inner strength that I didn't even know he had. I will never forget it.