Some things this week have made me stop and reflect on the importance of what we make of our time here on earth. My husband Dennis, had his accident which left him paralyzed in 2006 and he has been in good health until last summer. His stomach started spasming and he lost a lot of weight which caused pressure sores to form and so on and so on. There were a couple of nights we were both crying because we really didn’t know if he would see the next day. We went to every specialist and there didn’t seem to be one particular thing wrong but a series of things. Well, we start on the uphill climb, Dennis is gaining weight, the pressure sores are healing up and BAM, here we go again. His stomach is starting to hurt and he has to be on oxygen a lot of the time. It is so frustrating for a caregiver to watch the ones you love suffer and struggle with day to day routines. He struggles to get out of bed, he struggles to eat, and he struggles to get back in bed, Dennis struggles to breathe. They go through all of this day after day because we want them with us and Dennis does it with very little complaining. The other night I was getting some laundry done, and fixing his pillow and he said, “I don’t know how you do it.” That astounded me because I don’t know how he does it, but he does it out of love for his family and friends and his love for his savior Jesus Christ. I know he will never give up and we shouldn’t give up either until our race is over and we have done the best we could do.