Some days, I find myself terrified out of my wits when I see DH having trouble getting around.  Yesterday was one of those days.  More hot weather had his MS in an uproar after he was only outside for a little while.

     When he can barely walk from one end of the room to the other, tears make my vision swim.  My heart weighs heavy in my chest as I watch him struggle to stand upright.  I can hear my brain screaming, “I can’t do this.”  Then my heart speaks up and says, “You love him.  Yes you can.”  Yes, I can do this.  No matter what my fears, I can overcome them and be here for him.

     I’ve learned only to offer my help when he is at his worst.  Any other time, he growls at me.  I know he doesn’t mean to be such a bear but sometimes it’s his only defense against feeling helpless. 

     Then there are those special days when I wander downstairs from an inadequate night’s sleep to find he’s poured my coffee and he has it fixed exactly the way I like it.  Then he smiles at me and I fall in love with him all over again.  We can do this no matter what his MS throws at us.