So my hopes were dashed last night of not getting the illness that Jayme had last week. So I type this surrounded in a sea of snotty tissues, but I won’t let it deter me from writing a very important post.

Being sick sucks, you feel miserable, you can’t do the things you want and most of all, you are helpless to some extent. Sure if you HAD to get up to get a drink from the fridge you could, but when you are really sick it feels like an impossible task. When you were growing up you always had your parents or someone around to take care of you, but as you move away and get older, you are looking for that special someone who can nurse you back to health without simotaniously ripping your head off for sniffling for 12 straight hours. Jayme is that person for me.

Last week I got to care for her, prepare all the meals, clean, get her things, rub her back, whatever she needed to feel even the smallest bit better. It feels amazing to get to provide such fundamental care for the one you love. It puts action behind all those words and proclamations of love. It is one thing to say in sickness and health, and quite another to dode on them for days. And just as I did for her, I know she will for me too.

There isn’t a test, to make sure she will care for me the way I want to be. I know she loves me and would do anything to take away my pain or misery, even to her own detriment. She is selfless and full of all the best qualities you could want in a caregiver.  She is the love of my life and will always be my Dr. Babe.