It was a year ago, when Len collapsed in our townhouse, and broke 4 ribs. After calling 911 at midnight, he refused to go with them to the hospital. I had to talk him around, after 30 minutes of the guys saying that they couldn’t kidnap him. He finally went. He had a gangrene gall bladder, so went in for immediate surgery.
This almost killed him, was in I.C.U. for ten days, and then in a regular room. From here he went to rehab. I was told that he was a fall risk, and that he wouldn’t be able to do the 17 stairs in our home. Everything was upstairs, apart from the large playroom, utility room, and toilet.
I finally sorted out my conundrum, and bought a condo in the next street, without Len even seeing it. Once he came out of rehab, I closed on the condo, and we were moved in within 2 weeks.
I then realized how strong I was.