When I got sick (the stroke and Meningitis, then the blood
clots), Walter had the daunting task of deciding everything for me medically.
He also was there whenever I needed him (at the hospital and when I got
home). I know as my spouse he should do those things. But what it took
from him mentally is what I’m talking about. If he had reservations, he didn’t
show them. He was always my sunshine, always saying it is going to be better.
Sometimes I’m not the positive person everyone knows me as (I
know shocking). Sometimes I get what I call my “Why me?” attitude. I get angry
at myself, my life, the things I can’t do, and the people around me. I’ve
gone as far as saying “I should of died.” No, I’m not suicidal, I
just get so frustrated and I vent. Walter is so patient with me during these times. He just holds me and tells me he loves
me.
Two years into being a stroke survivor I’ve learned that the
mental stuff isn’t as easy to conquer as the physical stuff. Everyone
needs someone to ‘punch,’ otherwise you might take your venting
seriously. That someone for me is Walter. I thank him for listening to
me, giving me advice, and loving me through thick and thin.
I love you, Walter!
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