Not long ago I attended a stroke event and during the meeting someone mentioned the term “team sport”. The mention of that term got me thinking about my stroke journey. It is a very appropriate term to use. I have mentioned previously that during the first six weeks of my illness I was in a “medically induced coma”; what also needs to be stated is that during that time my wife elected to stay by my bedside every night during those six weeks, to care and watch over me. I was not able to speak or advocate for myself and she assumed that role. Delicate and tough decisions needed to be made that would have a long-term effect on my future well-being. During my two months of rehabilitation, I was not able to drive to the facility. During that two-month period, Brenda would drive me three days a week to Mount Vernon Hospital for my rehabilitation sessions. The sessions would last three to four hours a day. She quietly sat in the back of the room for every session, and never said a word. She quietly watched as I struggled to walk again, re-learn to tie my shoe and recall names. Once I returned to work I still was not able to drive. For 18 months she would dutifully drive me to work and come back to pick me up when my day was complete.
So, when I hear the term team sport, it resonates. Her oversight during those early weeks most likely saved my life. Her inclusion in my therapy sessions allowed her to come home and help me continue to apply the things I learned at home. Being my chauffeur for 18 months helped me to get back to a “normal “life promptly.
The fact is she didn’t sign up for this, but she made the decision to stay by my side.
1 Timothy 5:8
8 Anyone who does not provide for their relatives, and especially for their own household, has denied the faith and is worse than an unbeliever.