Ten years ago, on December 15th in 2008, this handsome man and I went on our first date. I’d already fallen for him pretty hard by then, but school had been pretty busy so we were both distracted until the semester ended. The semester ended, he did “ski camp” (the ski team went to one of the local resorts for a few days), and then came home and showered. Once he got out of the shower, he asked me to go see a movie, and on the way to the movie he asked me to be his girlfriend and we officially started dating.Continue the story…
(To see the first post in this mini-series, check out When And How Dan Became My Caretaker)
Dan and I have been married for almost four years now, and together for almost eight and a half. (A sappy look at our relationship: My Personal Romantic Comedy.) When we first met, I had a few health issues, but I was relatively healthy (and quite active). Unfortunately, in the past five years, my health has started declining in leaps and bounds: it will be stable for a bit, then suddenly I’m blindsided by new symptoms and pain, then we’ll work hard to stabilize it and it will happen all over again. Through all of this, Dan has been my primary caregiver. Yes, it’s stressful, and it’s not always perfect, but it actually works relatively well for us.
Someone on my Instagram recently said “I’d love to hear about you and Dan’s relationship with him as your caretaker” (see comment on this post), which made me realize that I really don’t talk about that much. I think it’s difficult for me to talk about, simply because it feels natural to me. However, I will try to explain things the best I can. Continue reading