Good times has taken on a whole new meaning as my husband’s symptoms increase. He woke and got out of bed by himself this morning, he loaded his breakfast dishes into the dishwasher, he seems well balanced and stable in his gait. This all means that I can take a breath and, maybe take a step back, since he appears to be having a good day.

I write often about the challenges we face but one of my biggest challenges is the unpredictability of this disease. It’s not knowing from one day to the next whether my husband will be up or down, needing me or not. When he doesn’t need my help as much, like today, I find myself hovering because I don’t trust that he’s okay. That inner guardian of mine that is always listening for trouble has a hard time letting go and understanding he’s doing well in this moment.

I don’t know how long this good time will last but I do know that I need to accept it and be at peace. My husband will let me know when he needs me, in the meantime I can take a break and celebrate his ability to manage today. He’s got this for now and I just need to let him be. Thank goodness for the good times.