This is a very personal post, the toughest I have written. My intention is not to whine, but to offer hope and encouragement.
“It could always be worse”. I must have gotten that saying from my mother because I have been saying it as long as I can remember. I have been saying it to myself more and more in the recent years facing challenges with injuries, disease, and most significantly my husband’s heart. After reading this post may you be encouraged to find that I can still say that.
I repeated it to myself each time I assumed the role of “Nurse Nanci”, caring for Bob as he recovered from yet another emergency or life-saving procedure. Each time he would make it through a surgery he would call it another “bump in the road”. If you have been following my blog you have seen recent posts about the “bump in the road”.
After 28 years of marriage we faced our biggest ever “bump in the road”. You might say it was the size of an elephant.