I am not the nurturing type. Never have been and I thought I never would be. I was the type to tell my kids to not come to me if you’re hurt unless there’s blood or broken bones involved.
I was raised by my dad and my older brother. So no, I was not the nurturing type. Yet, I’m still a loving wife and a good mom, at least I think so.
My attitude changed, however, in the summer of 2015, when my husband, who is diabetic, and the very definition of a sufferer of the “man’s cold”, stepped on a nail. We went to the hospital, had it removed, the normal things. He whined and complained and I urged him to “man up.” Like I said, not a nurturer.
Everything was good for a week or so until he started feeling sick. His foot looked fine so we weren’t worried. The night before our anniversary, (August 13th wedding anniversary) he said he was very dizzy and couldn’t keep anything down. Early the next morning he had gotten worse. He was incoherent. His sugar had jumped to over 800. I called an ambulance for him and once they took him away, I dropped my youngest off at my dad’s house. When I got to the hospital I discovered our lives were about to change forever….
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