Recently my husband became very ill with pneumonia and bronchitis. On our second trip to the doctor, blood samples were taken to see if any unknown condition was causing him to have a prolonged recovery. He recently lost a considerable amount of weight and is currently, according to the doctor, "severely underweight."
Shocked, and knowing how much my husband eats, I knew something was wrong. We discussed two previous events my husband had endured where he experienced full body paralysis, numbness, heart palpitations, and breathing problems.
The last event, one week ago at work, resulted in him leaving work in a wheelchair, and being lifted by his boss and placed in the back of my car. For the rest of the night he was unable to move well, in extreme pain, and unable to even put a spoon to his mouth.
We were told we would get the test results the next day.
Two days later I received the call.
"The results show the symptoms of Grave's disease, or hyperthyroidism. We've made him an appointment for Tuesday morning, and we will need him all day for testing."
"What are you looking for?" I asked.
"Malignant nodules." The doctor answered.
I didn't like the word malignant, and it was ringing in my ears.
Panic was pounding the inside of my skull. I didn't know what I would tell my husband, I didn't want him to worry too much. I thought about the tests needed and dreaded knowing what they would cost us. I worried about missing school and work, and wondered if my husband would even be well enough to attend school this term.
Luckily I had some wonderful people give me some great advice. One of them was my music instructor, James Reddan.
"Be with your husband now. What's more important Rock N' Roll or your husband?"
"Duh!" I thought. "It's time to stop worrying about the little stuff and take care of what's, or in this case who's, important."
After a little more encouragement from Mr. Reddan, I was feeling a lot better.
I took my husband to his favorite restaurant, and I didn't worry about the $20.
I didn't worry about the slow traffic, and I didn't worry about how much gas was in the tank.
I realized I can't worry about what the doctors will say next week, or what the test results will determine.
What I can do is have a positive mind-set and be there 100 percent for him.
Because he is what is most important to me.
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