I know I already wrote a post about my hubby this week, but tonight he inspired me again. He's just had a fourth (and final) dose of GVD chemotherapy today, so he's a little out of it in general. He also has the cold our baby has had, so he's been coughing and gagging up a storm, in addition to the other discomforts of cancer like sore hands and feet (the chemo drugs take away callouses) and mouth, throat, and nose sores. Then there's the constant intestinal difficulties, either constipation or diarrhea. And he's exhausted, and still has to deal with business-related issues, both with maintaining production and with interpersonal issues.
In addition to all this, he's giving himself heparin shots twice a day. He has a blood clot in a vein coming out of his liver, and so needs to take shots twice a day for six months (maybe longer, if it doesn't disappear). The shot goes in his tummy fat, and burns for about 10 minutes after the injection. Plus, since it's a blood thinner, it leaves bruises all over.
In short, my beloved husband spends a lot of his time in physical misery. Through it all he really doesn't complain. I'm giving up a lot with this diet. I have to plan meals, I have to watch what I eat, I have to say no to foods I'd love. It's tough, for sure. But the minute I feel sorry for myself, or start wishing I could have just one Girl Scout cookie, I look at what my husband's going through and I find it much easier to suck it up.
My husband really does inspire me to be a better person, and he does so through quiet example. He doesn't need to preach to me, or to point out the areas I need to grow in. Once I see the grace with which he handles suffering, I quite clearly see my own failings, and it makes me want to do better and be better so that I can inspire him as well.
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