Both my wife, Sharon, and I took the “in sickness and in health” wedding vow seriously and have been able to keep it very well, even though I’m in a wheelchair and she’s had some back problems.
But when we both got a rough case of the flu at the same time and neither of us could help the other, all bets were off.
During cool spring and fall weather, friends and neighbors gather around Tom’s fire pit down by his lake dock almost every Friday night. Some arrive by car, some by boat and some, meaning me, by wheelchair.
Brice Carroll lives in Hot Springs, Ark. He has limb-girdle muscular dystrophy.
Brice Carroll, a retired accountant, lives in Hot Springs, Ark. He has limb-girdle muscular dystrophy.
Grandparenting from a wheelchair is both challenging and rewarding. We have two grandkids from our son Chris and his wife, Heather, who are missionaries in Thailand, and we only get to see the grandkids once a year.
I have three strong grown-up sons — Jason, Chris and Travis — who can pick me up and carry me around when I need them to. So you think I’m lucky having those boys around? Well, let me tell you a few things before you decide.
For example, I have numerous bumps from the boys helping me into the car but forgetting where my head was. But that’s minor compared to some of the life-threatening things...
Living with limb-girdle muscular dystrophy, I have to rely on my wife for a lot of assistance in day-to-day living. Luckily, Sharon is exceptionally strong for such a thin, feminine woman. She can pick me up and move me around relatively easily.
And my average weight’s 150 pounds. (In fairness I must disclose...