The first two people I would like to talk about are the two closest people to me in the whole world. My partner Joe and my oldest son Jason. These two amazing men make my life better every day. The list of ways they help me is miles long.
Joe has stuck with me through 6 years of the roller-coaster that is my life. With patience and tolerance that can only be described as saintly, this man has fed me in bed more times than I can count. He has indulged late night cravings, run unending errands, ferried kids to school and band events all over creation, indulged me in all sorts of crazy ideas, jumped on board with my life long dream, insisted that I take my meds and eat well, rubbed and massaged sore muscles so much it has permanently effected his hands. He has cried with me, held me, made sure I fell asleep, Cried with relief when I do finally sleep. He has defended me, and educated others about my condition. I cannot say enough about all of the amazing ways that Joe makes my life better and easier.
On our third date, I sat him down and set all the cards on the table for him. I told him all about my health conditions and what it means to be with me. He did not flinch. He has never seen my conditions as me. He sees me when I cant. No matter how sick I am, how messy my hair or how much weight I gain he loves me and thinks I am beautiful. And to top it all of, he has this amazing family that has accepted me and has gone out of their way to help me as well. In ways I have not even been able to process completely yet. I am so blessed and thankful to have him in my life. I don’t tell him enough. I hope that this will help him know how much I love and appreciate him.
The next person I need to honor is my oldest son Jason. Jason had a rough start to life. Born with a defect in his heart, he underwent open heart surgery at 6 weeks old. He was partially deaf until he was 4 years old when a brilliant homeopathic doctor found the problem and cured it when no other doctor could. Because of these set backs so early on he struggled with speech for many years to come. And Goddess knows I was not the best Mom. He grew up with Mom being in bed sick a lot. Having to do things for himself much earlier than a child should have to. He struggled with many things and through it all he has always had the sweetest, softest, most loving disposition I have ever seen in a child.
Now that he is grown up, and has a good job he could have easily left the nest and distanced himself from me but my dear sweet child has done the exact opposite.
He is here, at home, making his family and me a priority. I can not say enough about this sweet young man who I am honored to call son. He calls me every day from work to say hi and check up on me. He has kicked in money for food. He has taken Joe and I out to movies when we didn’t have the money to go, many times. He comes into my room when I am stuck in bed and talks to me and hangs out with me. He has brought me food in bed just as much as Joe has. We have shows on TV that we only watch when we are together, which he will come home from a hard day at work and still take the time to watch with me. He cooks and helps clean. Listens when I cry and when I complain. Through heartache and trials of his own he has been there for me. He has never been embarrassed of me. He has never pushed me away when I wanted to be there for him. He takes me out to eat just because and has used his money for things often when I have given him my card to pay. He fills my van up with gas, loads my wheelchair onto the van. The list goes on and on. I am so proud of him and so blessed to have him in my life. I want the world to know how special and wonderful he is so this is my way of shouting it from the rooftops.