My husband is a Freak!

I just really need to say that my husband is a freak! Of course I mean that in the most loving way. I am actually very jealous of him. He is so easy going, life never seems to really bother him much. For example, when it comes to his MS. I get sad, scared, angry even about the fact that this disease is out to rule our world. Not Blue, no, he simply views it as it is here and we must play the hand we are dealt. OMG, how grown-up and mature can one person be? There are times that I try to accept our lot, but not ALL the time!

I said to him, "well, you must think I am a raving lunatic most of the time." His response? "No, not at all, I know you love me and that is why it gets to you." Seriously? I research it, I blog about it, I go over his test results with a fine tooth comb, I keep a journal of any changes in symptoms and make the question lists for the doctor, I re-order his meds and give him shots, I plan and prepare for the future and what that might mean with MS in our lives, I try to carry as much of the load as possible at home so he does not over do it, and get this, I try to keep stress out of his life. Now that is funny folks, I don't care who ya are.

In truth, this man is my hero. I so wish that I could go through life and just be all, Que Sera, Sera like him. Nope, not me, I am the worrywart of this here family of bears. Yep, I am going to look 30 years older than him, gray hair and all. He just has such a quiet faith about him that keeps him happy go lucky. The man is hardly ever without a smile or a quick quip to lighten the mood. Do you know that in the 15 years I have known him I have only gotten him to fight with me like one time? Yep, I think I have only seen him mad about three times ever! Not that I really like to fight but come on, a good debate once in a while would be ok, wouldn't it? How about that making up thing I hear so much about? That could be fun too right?

We all have our lot in life, some are worriers, some are carefree, some are conservative, some are free spirits, some are brown and some are blue. In the end, we balance each other out pretty nicely. I keep him healthy and he keeps me sane. (Well, sort of) When we got married a friend of ours taught him one phrase that would keep us happy for the rest of our lives...."Yes dear, you're right, I'm sorry." To this day it has worked. So, when I write a blog about how I think he is a freak, he won't get mad, no, he will just repeat the mantra and walk away singing a Doris Day tune, probably from the Bear Family record label.