Laughter- The best medication.

I know this is going to be a jumpy post, so I am trying to write down all my thoughts at once.. bare with me.

During the hospital stay, I was trying to get Trent ready to go home. I had helped him put his clothes on after the ugly "I C U" gown ( I saw a funny comic that had a man walking down the hall with the back of his gown wide open and his backside showing. The nurse said "They don't call it "ICU" (I see you) for nothing.") and was tying his shoes. I told Trent that I was practicing taking care of him in this way so when he is 85 I will know how. He then told me (in a raspy 85 year old whisper, because that's the only voice he has as of now) that he married me because I was a younger woman and I would be able to take care of him. I started laughing, and he started laughing. (His laugh sounded so funny because its barley there and sounds more like a cat coughing up a hair ball.) I started laughing harder because of his laugh, and then he started laughing & choking and couldn't get air. His dr came in and saw us both trying to giggle and asked what on earth he had missed.

Tonight we were watching a movie, that made me laugh, which in turn made Trent start to laugh again, which caused me to laugh harder. I tried not to laugh too hard because I knew he was going to start choking again! I have to tell him "You're ok, breathe, I'm here. breathe." like I do with my kids. This care taking reminds me of this his example, where hearing his voice telling me it's all ok was soothing to me. Also, when I had to be on medication after a surgery, Trent was so cute to write on the mirror when my next dose of meds were due, so he gave me the idea to do it for him and thank goodness because I don't remember anything anymore and would be a crappy nurse!

Now, I'm going to be blunt and I'm going to be honest here. I love Trent so much, and he has always been there for me. When I had surgery a couple years ago, he was such a great caretaker. I see people tell me how surprised they are that I am handling this so well. It's because of trial and error.  Honestly, it's because Trent and I have been through hell a couple times before and each time we made it back.  We have learned lessons when our love had to be tested, and allowed us to realize that looking at the positive and instead of saying "Why me?" we say "Why not?" We have learned that we would rather enjoy our trials together, instead of cry through them alone. We can both be stubborn and I know I can be headstrong, in fact he loving calls me his "brat" but I know that I can have ocd's and when I want things done, and they have to be done in my way and perfect. However, there is many things trent has shown me through example, but the biggest one is  he has been my caretaker in the past years through hard times, and during times where I mentally and emotionally couldn't handle it anymore. I don't know which is harder, the one who is hurting through pains whether physical or emotional, or the caretaker. He always writes me letters for Christmas, because I love his letters, and many times he tells me how strong I am and how he is amazed at the patience I have. But to be honest Trent, if you are reading this, you are strong, you have patience. We just show our strength and patience in other ways and we balance each other out. I am in awe at how spiritually everyone's prayers are carrying us. If I think about it, it's as if unseen angels are answering your prayers for us, and they aren't allowing me to swallow fear in my soul, but instead fills me back up with peace, hope, joy, and laughter. I have seen so much kindness and love, and I know that this is the reason for life, to learn to love and give unconditionally like the teacher our Savior.

 If cancer had to hit anyone, I would rather it hit us so we can deal with it, instead of seeing others suffer. We can and we will beat this. Whatever life has to offer us, we will endure. It reminds me of a time Trent and I went swimming at Lagoon, and we both went down a waterslide. We got separated half way down. At the end of the slide Trent was already at the bottom waiting for me, and helped grab me out as we both were soaking and laughing. In life we are going to go through the trials of hardship like I said in the first post of "The Oar," yet in the end after the storm rolls along and we are both soaking wet, we will be there to grasp one another's hand and smile at each other, and laugh at how scary, yet wild the ride of life was. If and when something happens to one of us, we will know the other will be waiting for us with open arms to reunite. In the meantime, we need to enjoy EVERY ride that comes and never forget to laugh.


I changed Trent's dressing and told him it look like a HUGE vampire got him!