By teddy s.
The end game has ended. Multiple Sclerosis has taken my beloved princess Tracey from me, but not without one hell of a fight. She battled you for twenty three years as you gradually took away her physical abilities, but never her positive attitude, spirit, or will to fight. For six days after the ventilator and feeding tube were removed, she fought, knowing that her children were on the way to see her one last time. Finally, when we all said our goodbyes, and told her it was time to stop fighting, she stopped, and died peacefully.
So why am I posting this in the caregivers forum? I have always taken care of her, but did not become a caregiver until six years ago when she became bedridden with bedsores. As her wounds healed, and then worsened in a vicious, unpredictable cycle, it was easy to overlook the steady decline caused by the advancing MS. As her ability to take care of herself decreased, and her dependence on me increased, we grew closer and closer, our love for each other growing stronger.
Being a caregiver for someone you love presents unlimited bonding opportunities, and it would be a shame to waste them. Caregiving can be a thankless, difficult task, but if you approach it with bitterness and resentment, it can create a toxic environment in which nothing positive can grow.
I will grieve her passing, and I do not know what the future will hold, but I do know that I am a much better man, and a much better person, for having the chance to know Tracey; to love her, and to care for her.
Goodbye, my princess.