Some days, when my husband is sick all day and all night, and I’ve had absolutely no sleep whatsoever, I feel mad at the world.

Some days, when everyone is making plans for future events and trips, and I am nursing my husband through another round of sick days and nights, I feel mad at the world.

I feel cheated, I feel alone, I feel angry that our later years when the kids have all grown up and moved out are spent sick and sleepless. That we can’t go out and travel or do any of the things we planned to do.

Then I remember that two years ago, I didn’t think my husband would make.it this far. I remember we took two or three trips a year for over 25 years. I remember to be grateful that I found my best friend and that he asked me to be his wife. I am thankful that he spoiled me and my kids and we have so many amazing shared memories of when he wasn't sick.

I am thankful that even when he is sick, he is of sound mind and always reminds me that he loves me. I am grateful that he still ensures that I am well and he listens to me. I am blessed to be able to be here with him and take care of him. I am proud of the husband God gave me. He means the world to me.

Every time he is sick it upsets me. Every time I am upset and mad at the world, I remember that he always tried to give me and show me the world…and I don’t stay mad for long