The events of the past week have reminded me just how tough my wife, Jill, is. I’m grateful for her grit because I know she will need it as the conditions of her Huntington’s disease worsen as the years go by.
Jill is the type of person who rarely complains, but her actions this week took that fact to a new level and reminded me that as her caregiver, I must make sure she knows she is as important as the extent of care she shows for others.
Jill is allergic to many things, including flowers, chocolate, shellfish, and latex. (She jokes that she’s also allergic to work and my bad puns.) She’s been dealing with chronic hives since earlier this year, so she’s been taking a lot of allergy medicine. But it hasn’t helped much.
Recently, she started getting shots of Xolair (omalizumab), which are supposed to alleviate the discomfort she has from hives. As a result, she still wakes up with hives covering most of her body, but the shots and her morning regimen of three different types of antihistamines have improved her condition.
Now that you understand her pain, I can explain why she is so tough. Jill and I work about seven minutes away from each other, so I drop her off in the mornings at the private school where she works, and then pick her up in the afternoons.
On a recent Monday, I noticed 10 pots of flowers several yards away from her office, on the other side of large glass doors. Jill was wearing pants and a short-sleeved shirt. The parts of her skin that were showing were covered in hives. Although the flowers were on the other side of doors, she was obviously reacting to them.
I asked her why the flowers were there. She responded that they were taken inside because they might die from the cold. I asked if those who put them there knew about her allergy. She said yes. They decided that the flowers wouldn’t affect Jill because they were behind doors.
The flowers weren’t moved because Jill said she needed to get permission from her boss, but he was off until later in the week. So, Jill suffered in silence. When her boss finally returned, Jill’s co-workers asked if they could move the flowers.
He said yes, but the room her co-workers wanted to move them to was where kindergartners and aftercare were situated, and Jill worried that students might knock them over and hurt themselves. The flowers were in large, heavy, and breakable pots.
In other words, Jill would rather have hives than put children at risk. Her co-workers said she should let them be moved, and I agreed. I reminded her that she couldn’t continue to be miserable. Finally, she relented and let us move them.
As we were moving the flowers, one of her co-workers said she couldn’t believe that Jill had put up with the flowers for several days. She said she would have complained and whined until they were moved. My response was that Jill never complains. She never complains about having Huntington’s disease. She rarely complains about her hives.
As we walked out of the building, all I could think about was that my wife is the toughest person I know. As a caregiver, I need to help with everything she suffers from in silence. I also need to remind her that she is important when dealing with anything and everything she deals with in her life.
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