I am very unhappy. My beloved spouse who had dealt with a horrible long-term illness that put him through three YEARS of hell has had a relapse. (I wrote about our ordeal in many posts on this blog, tagged here.)

My spouse has been in remission from symptoms for 21 months, but for about the last week…

… he has been having minor but more frequent bouts of some of the symptoms caused by one of the three organisms with which he was infected.

Just recently in June, we got results of a new test that indicated that my spouse was free of the organisms that were the cause of the primary long-term infection. However, there is no test that can prove (positively “yes” or “no”) the existence of active infection by the other two co-infections that he had when he was so ill.

Then the most-dreaded symptom happened on Tuesday morning at 2am. I heard my spouse fall as he was trying to get to the bathroom. I jumped out of bed and helped him get there. He had a full-on case of vertigo and was nauseous as a result. Then he was showing signs of not being “in the present” with that horrible vacant look on his face that I described in the saddest post that I’ve ever written on this blog. Sure signs that the disease has broken out once more and his affecting brain function.

OH CRAP! No more motorcycle-riding or fun things for me for a while. Not that I do all that much, anyway.

I’m done being the “care-givee.” I declare that I am fully recovered from my motorcycle crash. I am now returning to full-time caregiver mode again. Go to work at work, then home to work again in the role that has become my calling: scheduling and transportation to appointments with labs and doctors, many pharmacy runs, monitoring treatments, preparing foods that my spouse can eat and will not make his symptoms worse, and most of all:

Showing my spouse how I love him through action and caregiving because:

Life Is Short!