I am so excited about this week’s contributor to old {and young} wives’ tales. Paula has been a faithful reader of my blog for several months and is always taking the time to write and encourage me. After reading her post she sent, I figured out we “click” for another reason- she is from my area of the world!
He told our boys that we would adjust our lifestyle to fit mommy and they did. When he and the boys came home one day to find me upstairs, boy were they surprised, as was I at the shape of their rooms!! Mommy was now adjusting to their lifestyles.
I am really not a sickly person. My pain tolerance is unbelievable! I a pretty tough cookie, really. Then the diagnosis of Lupus with kidney involvement came. Two years of Cytoxen, chemo, and I was put on dialysis and the transplant list. Lawrence drove me to my first dialysis and patiently waited the five hours. When we left, I had a melt down. It was time for tough love. He told me that my choices were to get over myself and do what I needed to stay alive or he would take me home to kiss our boys good bye. How mean!! He was right.
He had put things into perspective. After thirteen months and twenty six people offer to donate a kidney, I had a transplant. Lawrence was my biggest cheerleader, encourager, and biggest fan, all in one. He kept the house, when I couldn’t, went to the boys ball games, and provided for the twenty employees that he had, along with us.
When he said “in sickness and in health”, he had no idea what he was getting himself into. God did and choose the right man for the job. Through all of this, we have managed to raise two very good men. One is now married and is the most compassionate, gentle and protective husband. The other is just the same but with a prospect in the future. We took our vows seriously, along with our faith. We would not still be married if it weren’t for both.
I am really not a sickly person. My pain tolerance is unbelievable! I a pretty tough cookie, really. Then the diagnosis of Lupus with kidney involvement came. Two years of Cytoxen, chemo, and I was put on dialysis and the transplant list. Lawrence drove me to my first dialysis and patiently waited the five hours. When we left, I had a melt down. It was time for tough love. He told me that my choices were to get over myself and do what I needed to stay alive or he would take me home to kiss our boys good bye. How mean!! He was right.
He had put things into perspective. After thirteen months and twenty six people offer to donate a kidney, I had a transplant. Lawrence was my biggest cheerleader, encourager, and biggest fan, all in one. He kept the house, when I couldn’t, went to the boys ball games, and provided for the twenty employees that he had, along with us.
When he said “in sickness and in health”, he had no idea what he was getting himself into. God did and choose the right man for the job. Through all of this, we have managed to raise two very good men. One is now married and is the most compassionate, gentle and protective husband. The other is just the same but with a prospect in the future. We took our vows seriously, along with our faith. We would not still be married if it weren’t for both.
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