You may ask, “Frank, what are you talking about? What a strange heading!”
If you read my last blog, you may remember I talked about how I had torn all the muscles in my lower leg and then was confined to a wheelchair. Thank God I am now out of the wheelchair and on the road to recuperation.
But what I forgot to tell you was that my wife was at my side, tending to all my needs during the convalescing period. It was a labor of love for her with no regard for the frailties with which she was faced. Her attention was on me. There was no way I could have gotten through those five or six weeks without her compassionate care. It was truly an act of love.
Again, she did all of this with no regard for her problems.
Her problems? What are you talking about? You see, back in July, Marie was diagnosed with a blood clot in her lung—which of course is very dangerous—as well as one in her leg. She was given strict instruction on how to deal with it. This meant that I was to assume many of the responsibilities and chores she usually did. This I did, and yes, as a labor of love. But to compound the issue, she also had a sprained wrist that furthered her immobility. And again I had to pick up the slack.
As you can surmise, the last four to five months have been a challenge to both of us. But as they say, God works in mysterious ways. These months have made us stronger in our love for each other. It is good that both of us now are on the proper road to recovery thanks to the mutual loving help we gave to each other.
So this Christmas season has a special meaning for us. True love was evident with the sacrifice we both made by disregarding our problems. It has made us both stronger. To put it another way, just as Christ sacrificed himself for the love he has for us, Marie and I put up with any sacrifices we had to make because of the love we have for each other.