Today I had spent the afternoon with a friend who's living in a strange version of hell. She was a widow until she remarried a few years ago. He was a nice enough man, not the love of her life, but they seemed on track to have a pleasant life until....... he needed neck surgery. The surgery was basically successful but then he fell while in the hospital and that started a series of medical issues that have gone on for a year. He has finally returned home from multiple hospitalizations and rehab centers. He should not be living at home and she should not be having to care for him. He can't eat, he can't swallow, he can't walk; he is a living skeleton. It is the saddest thing I've almost ever seen. She has arranged for daytime help but she does the night shift.
She is a beautiful, vibrant, smart woman who loves life. He is barely alive. We spent the afternoon at a nice French cafe, sitting outside and chatting and drinking wine and trying to forget what awaited her at home. I dropped her back at her home and like I was leaving her in hell.
No matter what my problems and frustrations I wouldn't trade for her's for anything.