Thor has fallen again. It seems impossible to fathom, but there it is. Ten months into his healing, he has re-injured his leg, requiring surgery once again. The damage is more extensive this time, and will take longer to mend.
My husband is angry and discouraged by this recent setback, and I cannot fault him. He rallied through seven weeks of radiation, and maintained a positive attitude through the first surgery, but this time he is not bouncing back. Everything he does seems to tire him.
As a caregiver, I too am exhausted. This time has been emotionally, as well as physically, draining. With the diagnosis of cancer, the doctors had warned us that our quality of life would change, but we could not have imagined this.
Yet, as I drag myself through the extra responsibilities that I have right now, I cannot help but recognize the gift that my husband has been in my life. With each passing day, my gratitude deepens.
Thor is normally a high energy man, who unassumingly takes on many tasks. He gets groceries, helps out in the house, and thoughtfully makes a point of showing he cares. He has been a rock for our children, and tirelessly fights for justice for the many people who employ him. He asks for little in return.
I realize now how much Thor does for all the people around him and hope that the little I am able to give back right now suitably expresses my gratitude to this wonderful man.