What really matters seems to be the end all be all explanation to what really happened to my husband. His story is a
little more dramatic because I mean medical school and medical residency and so
much hard work and so much money/school loans. Isn't the MD what really
matters? Doesn't having eight years of higher level education what matters
most? At first it was. Will was devastated. All he wanted to do was get
back into his car and drive to Ohio. Put on his drs badge and take care of patients.
It was what he had dreamed of doing since a young teenager. And when that was
gone. It was all that mattered, and he was very sad. I was very sad for him. But
then something happened. Something else, neither of us had planned for.
Being back in the same state again I felt complete. I felt at peace whenever I
was with him. I couldn't wait to see him everyday and even though our dates
were sometimes in the office of a neuropsychologist or to a speech therapy
appointment, it never got old. Being with him is what really mattered. I'm not going to say that the love we felt for one
another made the heart ache go away, but it did make it bearable.
The
relationships we have are what really matter. They transcend eight years of
college and a prominent career and anything else you can throw in the mix. We
matter. Being together matters. I'm so grateful to be married to my best friend. I'm so glad that we
took that leap of faith- not knowing what our future would hold and how far
Will would come back from the stroke. We both often say -- being together is
the best decision we have ever made. And as for Will's MD, we only feel
grateful that we are headed in a direction where we believe someday it will be
useful again. For now we're happy to have him working and preforming well at
work. In the meantime I feel like I am married to some Ken Jennings-- He knows
everything about everything and someday that brain of his will be put to full
use again.
