I hate having to be so involved in
myself. Having MS makes me so aware of
everything I do. What I mean by that is:
having to be so careful trying to walk, talk, eat or any other everyday activity
that most people take for granted.
Buffy, my little spoiled brat
Pomeranian, is a little sick today. Her
stomach is upset and she is throwing up some. All she wants to do is sit in my
lap and feel safe. She does not
understand what is happening to her and just wants to be with me and let me
comfort her. I was sitting here loving on her and realized that it was so nice
to be thinking of something that didn’t involve MY problems. Not that I would want her to ever be sick
under any conditions.
It is funny how much of each day I
spend trying to be “normal”. Nothing comes
easy and each thing is a challenge to do.
I feel so selfish sometimes. Most
of my thoughts seem to be about how I can do something without causing more
problems for myself and my husband.
Although he never complains, I feel like I take all of his time in
worrying about me and trying to see that I have all that I might need. He is such a fantastic person and never
complains. I am the one who complains
about him having to take care of me.
I have talked to people and read things
people have written about having to be a caregiver for someone. I know how hard it is because we have my
mother here with us and she takes a lot of care. She is not disabled, but her mind is going
and she often is not in the same world as the rest of us. I worry that, although he loves me much more
than I deserve, my husband will tire of having his life so altered by my
illness. I know from reading other’s
comments that it is a common worry among those of us who have MS or other
illnesses.
Many times I look at couples when we
are out shopping and such and really envy them.
My husband and I hold hands or link arms but a lot of the reason is that
I need the support to walk. We always
held hands, but if one of us wanted to walk over some place and look at
something the other didn’t, we could walk away with no problem. That is not a choice now. My husband always makes sure I am in a safe
environment and never leaves me unattended.
I often think of myself as a small child that cannot be left alone and
is always the first priority for someone.
I guess I am whining for him because he
won’t. Taking on the responsibility of
caring for someone often causes bitterness for that person and becomes a
terrible chore. My great blessing is
that he does not feel this. My constant
prayer is that he will never feel
that way.
As I said, Buffy is a spoiled
brat-child, but we love her anyway. I
try not to be “a brat” with my husband and not demand or expect more attention
than he has to give me to get through the day......... well, at least I try not to!!
2 comments:
As you know, these thoughts rattled my brain last week. I know what you mean about feeling like a child sometimes. Hope Buffy gets well soon.
Peace,
Muff
Thanks Muffie......she is better...just a doggy thing I guess....
Post a Comment