Support my husband

I think it is fair to say that most of the men in my life have a hard time. Some of them prefer to pretend CF doesn't really exist. It is a coping mechanism really. Others would rather talk about anything else. At least one will cry reading this as his heart is too soft for his own good. One won't read this at all because his heart is too soft for his own good too. I think it is hard on all of them as they are fixers. They are the ones who have moved me multiple times back and forth across the country in one direction or the other. They are the ones who would do anything to be able to make CF just go away. They carry my cooler with IVs when I need it and set up my vest up when I come to visit. They prefer to take me out to dinner so I don't have to cook for them. Some of them pretend they don't notice my wheeze or leave the room when I put my vest on. Others make up funny excuses to call me.

At the top of the list is my dear husband. He doesn't have the option to ignore CF. It is hard to spend much time around here and be able to ignore it. He spends lots of time working and loves to hang out with our darling daughter. He would wait another three years for her if needed. A great way to put your prayers into action is to support my husband. Most people know him for driving fast cars. He likes to talk about racing but he really has a lot to say if you ask. My sister and a few others have caught on and will talk to him instead of me when they call. He won't tell you anything on his own accord but he will if you ask. I overheard him on the phone and he started to answer a question about me honestly but then the subject changed. He just let it go. He is a man of few words but they are honest, funny, and very smart words. If in doubt, ask him about his daughter.

When I was dating my husband, I got a phone call from my grandparents who were the first family members to meet him and had just got home from their visit. Apparently, they had discussed the matter on the way home and my grandma called to tell me about it. They had plans for us that we hadn't quite covered in two months of dating. The message was clear. He was an answer to prayers and I better not mess it up. She didn't use those words exactly but that was the message. We saw them last week and my grandma still turns her head and grins at him.

Blessings,

Cindy