13 Years

     I didn't get to post yesterday but I don't want it to go any longer without saying how thankful I am for Tyrone. Yesterday we celebrated 13 years together. 13 years!
     10 years ago we were living in SC when my body was overtaken by pain and I lost a lot of my abilities to take care of myself. I had to stop working and stop going to the college for classes. It got to the point that I couldn't even sit up long enough to do classes online. I lost all my independence. After many horrible doctors in SC and hospitals in both NC and SC I knew I had to move back home to see if anyone at UVA could figure this out. As much as I dislike UVA from time to time - after the experiences, I've had - I still trust them with my life. I had a conversation with Tyrone. I told him it could get better or it could get worse. I said if I didn't get better I might not be able to ever work again, I might never be able to have children, I might be homebound. We didn't know at this point what was wrong so since I was literally crawling to the bathroom because I couldn't stand from all the pain.. we just didn't know where it was headed. I asked him to take some time and think it all over, to seriously consider all possibilities before he made a choice. He could choose for us to part ways and move back to his hometown or move to VA with me and see what happens. He looked at me like I was crazy. He said there was no choice, we would be moving to VA together. I pushed him to take time. It was a lot to consider - possibly having a disabled wife, always being the sole provider, not being able to have children and who knows what else. I told him I wouldn't have thought bad of him and its true, still true today. He pretty much ignored me, continued to look at me like I was crazy, and planned our move to VA.
     The love and strength he had to make that decision is undeniably the most selfless and amazing thing ever and filled with more love than I ever thought I would receive. It has been a hell of a rollercoaster ride but we got a diagnosis (then 2, then 3). We got our miracle baby, our beautiful wedding, and most nights I'm able to stand up to cook dinner lol. I honestly can not even begin to describe how much this man means to me. He is amazing, he is (mostly) patient, he only rolls his eyes at my antics two or three times a day, he is understanding (even when he doesn't want to be). He is my rock. I am ridiculously grateful to call this man my husband. Heres to a future filled with more adventures and hope and love. I love you, baby!