I didn’t plan to be a caregiver. Traveling around the country in an RV and seeing first-hand all the places previously viewed in pictures and movies; hand-in-hand–still in love after years of raising children and working hard to make ends meet…that was our dream of growing old together.
God’s plan often differs from ours.
My husband, who had always been the picture of health, strong, bigger-than-life, loyal, loving, and my soul-mate became seriously ill in the fall of 2009. It all began with a visit to the Urgent Care when we thought he might have a bladder infection. He was diagnosed with a UTI and sent home with medication. As the hours passed, his pain increased. Urinating became extremely difficult and painful. I wanted to take him to see our doctor, but hubby wanted to give the meds 48 hours. So, we waited. Nothing improved, but instead grew increasingly worse. I contacted our family doctor. Without seeing him, the doctor said to continue giving the meds, make sure he drank plenty of fluids, and if he wasn’t better the next day to bring him in.
By this time, hubby was in extreme pain. The doctor did a blood test and after lecturing me on waiting so long (um, yeah), sent us to the hospital so hubby could be catherized. When we arrived, I was in a near panic. I thought my husband was going to die before they treated him. All I could do was repeat the Lord’s Prayer and the 23rd Psalm over and over again as we waited and I clung to my faith. I prayed for God to hold us close and prayed for his loving mercy.
Finally, we were escorted to a room where they put in a catheter and drained two liters of fluid from his bladder. They sent us home with the catheter in place and we were scheduled to go back to the doctor in two days.
This was my first experience with being a caregiver…but the story is only beginning…
“I didn’t plan to be a caregiver, but God had a different plan for me. I accept it with a happy heart, thankful that my love and I are still together.”