My Husband is Sick

The internet is fairly littered with diatribes, rantings, and whinings by women that begin with those words, my husband is sick, and then go on to complain about how men are such babies when they feel ill and caring for them or even putting up with them is just such a burden. This is not one of those posts. Truth be told, my sweet husband is just as kind, just as patient, just as steady and even-keeled when he is sick as he is when he feels completely normal. Even when he is very sick, no-relief-unless-knocked-out-in-a-dead-sleep-sick, he is still my sweet husband. I know, I got one of the good ones. I understand if this makes you hate me just a little.

But my husband is sick today. And my husband hardly ever gets sick. I get sick frequently. But Keith is practically unbreakable. In fact, in the entire time I've know him (nearly four years) I have only seen him sick one other time. Just once. And it was last year. On the weekend of our first wedding anniversary. On that weekend he was very sick. So sick that he couldn't really enjoy the long-awaited fancy dinner we had reservations for. So sick that when we reached our room at the beautiful B & B where we spent our wedding night (and now revisit to celebrate our anniversary each year), all he wanted to do was sleep. So sick that we had to cancel our massage appointments the next day. Sick. Sweet, but sick.

A year has passed since that first illness. A year with no sniffles, no sneezes, no colds, no aches, no pains. But today my husband is sick. And tomorrow we are supposed to begin the celebration of our second wedding anniversary. We are slated to stay in that same room at that same B & B. We have reservations for a fancy dinner together. We have massage appointments scheduled. And my husband is sick. Twice in four years. Both times on our anniversary weekend. My husband is sick.

My husband is sick, and I am concerned. Could this point to a very unsatisfactory pattern?