If you’ve ever had to apply for disability for a physical ailment or diagnosis (Social Security Disability Insurance–SSDI), you know that you need to fill out a shit ton of paperwork. Oddly, I typically love doing paperwork. I love surveys and questionnaires and I’ve helped my husband fill out many kinds of paperwork throughout our entire marriage. It brings me a little joy.

But the function reports you fill out for Social Security are so…depressing. The questions asked are to show the government what you *can* do, but also what you are no longer able to do. As we went through the list of questions, my mood dipped lower and lower and lower. He talked about how things have changed. He used to make dinner on a regular basis, and still does occasionally, but now he has to do it sitting down on his walker. Often he can’t stand for more than 5 minutes, and if you’re boiling or frying something, it would be silly (and dangerous) to sit in another room if you can’t see or hear what’s happening on the stove.

On the form, there’s a question that asks you to describe your typical day. As Wal described his day, and the amount of dozing and napping and sleeping that he does, I just got really sad. Between his heart not working well, his chronic pain and the medications he has to take to keep living, he is *literally* sleeping much of his life away.

Then we got to the question about what he can no longer do. He listed off a bunch of things, first the work-related activities, then many of the tasks at home he can’t do any longer. This is when I cried just a bit, and he started to sigh more.

As you age, you expect things to change. You expect to not be able to physically accomplish what you once did. But when you’re ill, you realize that you can’t do what you did just last year. Or even 6 months ago. I don’t feel like I’m been particularly naive about Wal’s sickness, but crikey. Filling out these forms and seeing in black and white how far he’s deteriorated, was still a surprise.

Yet when the opportunity came up to visit with a dear friend and for Wal to meet my friend’s family for the first time (and go to the coast!), he was up for the challenge. I drove us to Bar Harbor, and I loved how he kept the window down and did what I typically do when we go to the coast. He inhaled deeply as we neared the ocean and exclaimed how good it smelled. The salty sea air always rejuvenates us!

We met our friends at Acadia National Park and I rode up to Cadillac Mountain with them as Wal drove to the restaurant we would meet at for dinner. (Walking at all on Cadillac was not something he felt he could do.) I had a lovely time with my sweet friends, then we all met at the restaurant where we ate, drank, talked and had a good time. It felt like years had been rewound and my husband was more like he used to be. Not the chronically ill man who is in near constant pain, who gasps for breath when he naps, who *has* to nap, whose hand tremors often make him have to eat with his left hand instead of his usual right. He was just…Wally.

After we left our friends, we did a quick stop at the grocery store to pick our boy up something for dinner. But as we made our way to the check out, it seemed like Wal’s energy was draining and his pain was ratcheting up. The way he walked started to change, the grimace formed on his face, and he was back to the man who can no longer work, the man who doesn’t eat much anymore, the man who can no longer take short walks with his wife. By the time we arrived home 90 minutes later, it was an effort for him to get out of the car. It was time to take his medications and hope his pain would not be so bad through the night so he could sleep.

Then it was back to me watching his chest to make sure he was still breathing, back to counting out his meds and placing them into the pill caddy, and back to helping him in the shower.

But…it was the perfect respite for both of us. He felt like he was living again, and I got to remember what life used to be like. Our days may not be like they used to be, but that one evening gave us our lives back for a little while and it’s made both of us grateful for those fun and sweet moments we still have.

And the kind, kick-ass friends we have in our lives.

Thank you, Jo, Ray & Freddie for a fantastic evening. And thank all of you friends and family who continue to support us by listening to us, loving us, and lending us a hand when we desperately need it.

I feel very, very lucky to have all of you in my life.

*hugging you tight*

❤