When you love someone with Crohn’s it’s a driving force. Sometimes you’re their caretaker, other days you’re simply just their spouse, but today I drive.
Colby called me before I could finish my morning coffee “baby, come this way. Please come get me, I can’t stop puking, it’s bloody.” Ok, I’m coming. I bang on my daughters door to wake her up, and run off as I frantically search for my keys. I can’t find them, so I find his set to our Durango. She asks where I’m going and all I can say is “I have to go.” She knows somethings wrong, she can sense it in my voice and my actions. I quickly and safely go get gas. He sends me his location, I put it in my maps, and I drive.
I drive to a place I’ve never been. I drive over the speed limit, but not so fast I’ll get pulled over. I drive an unknown route. I drive down lease roads, having no clue where I’m going. I drive until I find him. I just drive.
What he doesn’t know is that he drives me. He drives me to be a better person, a better spouse, a better mom, and a good friend.
I will drive for him today, tomorrow, and whenever he needs me to just drive. I’ll do it a hundred times just for him, because he is worth it.
Crohn’s rears it’s ugly head when it seems inconvenient. There is no good timing for this disease, but today I chose not to be inconvenienced. Today I saw it as an opportunity to help someone who needed me the most, who wanted me and called upon me to rescue him. I saw it as an adventure, because that’s exactly what this disease is.
This disease is always an adventure, it takes you down roads you’ve never been. It takes you places you never thought you’d go. And sometimes you just drive.
Tomorrow he drives back to where we left his truck, and I’ll drive back home, and I’ll await the next call when I just have to drive.
