Me, disabled? Not in a million years! I'm healthy. I eat right. I have no intention of becoming disabled. And my husband? Of course not! That kind of thing isn't going to happen to us.
That was a nice world to live in, but it all changed with a single phone call.
"Get your affairs in order. You have two to five years to live." We listened in disbelief to the news that my husband had Stage 4 liver disease and Hepatitis C. I believed if you thought positively and visualized the outcome you desired, you'd have it. "David just needs to think positively and he'll get over it."
Little did I know what a roller coaster ride the ensuing years would be!
From a promising future, to a life of wondering if I would find him dead or alive when I returned home from work. He sufferred auditory and visual hallucinations, major depression, and potential violence. I learned first-hand how far-reaching a disabling illness can be.
It’s been eight years now, and it is still not over. David beat the odds: he is not only alive, he is in remission although he is still under psychiatric care.
