My husband is a good man to the core. I know a lot of people have not and probably still don’t agree with all the decisions he’s made in his life. Even I, at times, have questioned some that had to do with our family. But the past two weeks I’ve realized what a great man my husband is and know that I will never understands how much he loves me.
Two weeks ago, January 26, 2012, I was carrying my sleeping two year old to the car to pick him up from work. I fell down our front porch stairs holding him and severely sprained my right ankle and broke my left leg (fibula) and my left ankle. I had surgery January 27th, the next day; the doctors had to put a plate over the left side of my ankle and screw it back into place as well as put some screws in the right side of the ball of my ankle to keep it in place so I can walk again. I cannot bear any weight on my left foot at all, believe me I did accidentally and it hurt incredibly bad. I have to go back in 3 months and have the screws out. I have an ortho boot on my right leg to help me “hop” using my walker to get around.
The way our house is built makes it difficult. We live in a two story house that has at least two stairs to enter the home at all three of our outer entrances. The living room has two stairs to get from it to the bathroom, kitchen, formal living room, and the stairs to reach our bed rooms. I am living in the living room with a portable toilet. My husband lays out food for me that won’t spoil during the day so I can eat as well as bottles of water.
After telling you all this you will understand why he is a good man and the best husband. Everyone likes to think that in a time of crisis no matter how big or small your partner will be there for you and do anything for you. Mine does, he makes sure I have what I need, he slept on the floor and love seat downstairs with me because the house makes noises and I was scared. He waits on me constantly when he’s home because I can’t go to the kitchen and get a glass of water, he changes the pot I have to use the bathroom in and never once has said anything about it. Yesterday, during the super bowl, him and his dad brought down the bed so I could sleep because my back was hurting bad from the recliner. He didn’t complain about it or say things under his breathe like most guys would, like I probably would have. He makes sure I have everything I need. He has to wash my hair, get me a bucket with water so I can “take a bath”. He had to pick me up to get me on the porch to get into the house because I can’t do stairs, and I’m not a small girl. I literally can’t do anything without him, and he doesn’t mind!
I hate being dependent, I can’t believe how much I took him for granted before all this. Yes, I know it’s not like I’m paralyzed or had brain surgery but this is physically the worst thing to happen to me and he has shown me so much love and patience through it, more I think than some men would. He leaves for work some days at 7:30 others at 8:30 and gets home around 8 every night. He comes in says hi and heads straight for my “bathroom” to change it. I don’t know of any other guys that would do that.
I love you John Donophan, you are the best man for me!
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