I know it’s not easy. I know that it’s difficult to be the 25 year old guy in the office who has ‘the sick wife’. As a kid you didn’t dream of one day telling your boss you’re taking a month of leave to care for your 24 year old, bed-ridden, wife. You didn’t expect to know what biologics, NSAID’s, or vestibular therapy was. I know watching me cry in pain, wrack up medical bills, and needing extra help is exhausting. Spouses of people with chronic illness deserve so much more credit than we give them.
When my husband and I met I only had one diagnosis [RA/RD] but told him upfront that it was going to affect his life if we were to date. For whatever reason he ignored this warning and I am so grateful that he did. Several additional diagnosis [Fibromyalgia/Sjogren’s] later Ethan is still hanging in there. My husband does his best to cheer me up of my most difficult days and helps me take advantage of my good ones. Ethan is my constant cheerleader who provides me with some much needed optimism on my worst days.
So cheers to the Spoonie Spouses,