This may be my last post for this blog.
My husband has been having some health issues. He injured his shoulder and after doing weeks of PT, he developed a tremor. Then his limp worsened. Then he fell and broke his tailbone and has had a great deal of trouble walking since the end of 2016.
The day after he broke his tailbone we got the call for a 5 day old little boy who needed a foster home. I had to say no.
We put ourselves on hold until we knew what was happening with my husband.
In July, after years of tests and specialists, we got our answer. He has young-onset Parkinson’s Disease. There is no cure. He will likely live a fairly normal life span, but he may be bedridden inside 15 years. He is 42 years old. We are shattered, and after 6 weeks of soul searching, we know we have to close out our license because he cannot care for a child in his current state. I need to find a job, go back to college, and I am taking on everything he ever did around the house. He has the energy to work full time, but nothing else. And if he isn’t full time, there is no insurance. Because America.
I won’t be a mother after all.
So my journey has come to an end.