No Longer His Caregiver

Summary

We’d been married just a month when Garrett was diagnosed with ALS. The doctor explained his muscles would slowly waste away until his breathing failed.

The moment we heard, I made him quit work. I took four jobs to pay for his treatments, working until my feet swelled so badly I couldn’t fit them into shoes. But if it kept him in therapy, I thought it was worth it.

Until one rainy night. A drunk man cornered me at an alley’s mouth, dragging me into the dark as he hurled crude slurs. Terrified, I screamed to Garrett, standing frozen at the curb, “Call the police!”