For better or for worse

Today is my 14th wedding anniversary. This year, we went out to eat. Last year, we didn't go anywhere because I was bedridden.

I decided to re-post here what I wrote last year for my anniversary. How could I have made it in that nine-month journey of health problems without Adam? I am grateful to the Lord. The Sacrament of Holy Matrimony is for better. And it’s also for worse:

Thirteen years ago, Adam and I exchanged vows for marriage. Catholic sacramental marriage is a promise before God to be forever faithful, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, till death do us part. The last nine days have certainly been for worse. I've been mostly bedridden, hardly able to walk and sometimes needing to crawl or use a wheelchair to do simple things like go to the bathroom. Adam has had to help me bathe, get dressed and eat. In the emergency room, the CT scan, EKG, blood sample, urine sample and MRI (which took three doses of Valium and a nurse yelling at me to "suck it up" to coax me in), all found normal results. It's thought I have an ear infection causing vertigo. I've never had an ear infection before. And may it please God that I never have another one. This virus is expected to last two weeks. I spent the first five days sleeping. It was the only way to make everything stop spinning. Adam has taken over as "mom." He drives the kids to school, plays with the kids, makes the meals, does the laundry and tries to keep the house clean. He says all the funny things that he used to make fun of me for: "I made a cup of coffee but I couldn't drink it;" "This is the first time I've sat down all day;" "I forgot to eat lunch today." You don't know how job hard your job is until somebody else has to do it! He has wheeled me to doctor's appointments and gotten my medicines and food. He has even visited the chapel for me, since I can't go. I miss Jesus a lot. I'm grateful the Lord gave me this ISTJ of a husband, a dutiful servant. The Lord knows I needed one with his feet on the ground because, as an INFP, my head is always in the clouds. Adam has been a wonderful and loving helper. He doesn't complain. I'm grateful for such a loving father and husband. In Jesus' name, may the Lord keep us faithful, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, till death do us part.