It's not About Me

BTW - I've changed the font. I'll see once it's posted if I like it better or not. Now - down to cases. 10 years ago, when I first got sick with CFIDS, it was always about me. A year and a half ago, my wife got as close to total adrenal failure as you can get. Since that time, she has had her good days and bad - and I've learned one of the most basic of all lessons - it is more blessed to give than to receive - even if you feel like you're dead from giving. Taking care of my wife after 10 years of her single minded dedication to my health has not only proven to be a blessing, but has brought us closer to each other than we've ever been in 30+ years of marriage. Seriously - most marriages we see go the exact opposite direction - fiery at first, and once infatuation, or worse - sexual attraction - ends - it's over. It takes varying degrees of time for the worst to come about, but it usually does.

Not us - we drove home from our honeymoon not speaking to each other - I think the operative word there is DROVE. (I've learned some things in 30 years). And have had our setbacks as all marriages do, but have continually gone in a positive direction. It takes time to learn how to be married. Nobody tells people that. But if I had to say what this hideous disease has really taught me, put a gun to my head and I'll tell you that the things which seem the worst at first glance can many times turn into the biggest blessings. That's our God - taking man's failures and turning them into blessings as we try to walk with Him. Thank you for your faithfulness Lord.