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By Donna Tsironis
My carer
Why is it so hard for me to accept my husband becoming my ‘carer’? At times, I honestly feel
like I’m a patient in a hospital or clinic of some sort being tended to. But I’m actually in the
environment of my own home with my caring husband and wonderful son.
T
hese thoughts swiftly pass Sclerosis (MS) but I still become My life-changing moment
through my mind every single emotional when I need his help with Ahhh, the day that changed my
day of my life. I still find it hard something. There are times I feel like life. It was two to three days before
to absorb the fact that my adoring it’s a patient / caretaker relationship Christmas, on a warm summer’s
husband, the father of our child and instead of a wife / husband. When morning. My husband had already left
my best friend, has taken on the we got married, we both loved to go for work and I was home alone. The
selfless role of being my life-long on holidays together, going out for house was so quiet that you could
carer. It can be so frustrating for me, a bite to eat and not really planning hear a pin drop. There were colourful
yet so comforting at the same time. our days together by being carefree decorations inside our home and a
I’ve had counselling over the and spontaneous. Not once, did we beautiful, glistening tree in our living
years to work through my struggles both suspect anything like this would room, in preparation for Christmas. I
of accepting my condition of Multiple happen. But that’s life, isn’t it? was looking forward to the festivities,
the sumptuous, delicious food that
our mums cooked and relaxing over
the holiday season.
I leaped out of bed, put my robe
on and begun walking down our
hallway to get to the kitchen. But
my body felt weird.... my legs were
heavy and numb. I was numb from my
chest down to my feet and pins and
needles wrapped it all up. I’d never
felt this way before. I looked all over
my body to check whether anything
had bitten me, for any rashes. I was
trying to find something, answers as
to why I was feeling this way. But no
clues at all. Fast forward a few hours
with a visit to a GP and my husband
then ushered me to hospital.
I was completely stunned and
frightened. How could I feel this way
just a few days before one of my
favourite times of the year? Instead
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