I read a few of the blog posts I’d written. They were brutally honest and truthful. When I tell about handicap and disability my words are always real and to-the-point.
Unfortunately, it’s as depressing as hell.
I was reading about our life with it’s falls, it’s emotional up-and-down, my moods.
I felt sorry for us!!
To understand why there is even a reason to keep going: Today, Pete and I were learning to move in the pool together. My husband was being the super supportive guy he always is and threatened ice-cube therapy. I, of course, was the picture perfect wife and answered with a threat to nail his ballsack to his forehead. We both laughed ourselves silly.
What I don’t think Pete saw behind him was the guy with no arms looking at us with total horror…..testicles vs arms….I think we know which ones would win.