November is National Family Caregivers Month

When I meet people and they find out I have multiple sclerosis (MS), they often remark at my productive life. I’ll give myself some credit; I’ve done a lot in my life despite living with MS. I might sound a bit braggy right now, but my intent is not to boast. There is someone else that deserves recognition, because without him I wouldn’t be able to do half of the things I do. This person is my husband.

He helps me manage my life with MS. While I get myself ready in the mornings, he makes me breakfast and coffee. He feeds our dog. He puts together a lunch for me and puts my scooter in the van. At night, he often makes us dinner and helps me get ready for bed. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t benefit from his help. But no one sees these things except me, and I enter the world with no one assuming that I have this other person filling in where I fall short.

I’m thankful I have a partner to help me deal with my MS. I couldn’t do it alone. When people compliment the way I live my life, it feels good. I work very hard at it. But I think to myself, you should see the other guy. So I tell them about my amazing husband, my partner, my caregiver. I want to acknowledge him and all he does. He’s always working behind the scenes, making me appear more powerful than I am.