I write, not to evoke sympathy but because I am sad and scared. This disease is robbing the outward emotions from Keith that I so desire. He cares and wants to provide them but can't. I feel so selfish wanting wisdom from him. Wanting problem solving from him. Wanting strength from him. Wanting holding from him.
I can't make it funny anymore.
I'm not sure I should post this because I lack sleep but I know I will. "Why?" I don't know anymore. You all ask how Keith is and he is fighting for his life. The energy it takes to exercise and visit and get through the day is staggering but only those that see it daily would know. Of course, he isn't complaining, but I guess I am aren't I?
Keith just came out and saw me posting but only talked about our dog. That's not normal. Before the disease he would have said, "What's wrong, why are you up?" and we would have talked as long as necessary. It did turn out to be a blessing that our crying dog woke him up. I will tell you why. After he seemed to not care why I was up, I followed him back to the room and confronted him with the situation. (You've got to understand, we've had very few times where we haven't communicated and comforted on another in our marriage so this situation was big.) Anyway, he knew then that something was wrong. We talked and cried (ok, I cried ) He said as only Keith can, "Things are getting serious" and then said, "Don't give up on me." I said I would never give up on him, or on us. He then said some more serious and insightful things to me that I so needed to hear.
Thank you Lord. I think I can sleep now.