Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
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For those of you who know me know that, for the most part, I am a quiet, reserved and private person. You would also know that, when faced with a big problem, I tend to distance myself, becoming more quiet and reserved than normal in order to focus on possible solutions. I rarely ever reach out for help. It is for these reasons that I find myself not only extremely humbled but a bit vulnerable as well to be reaching out today. For a very long time now my best friend and beautiful husband Jeff has been fighting a very tough, very hard and scary battle. All of you who know him most likely know that he has been fighting severe bi-polar disorder for most of his life. What you may not know is that for the last two years he has been suffering daily with extremely chronic back pain. He manages to always play the fun, happy guy but in the privacy of our home he spends the majority of his time crumpled on the bed, crying in pain, begging for an end. On Sunday the 6th of this month, something happened that would not only magnify these problems, it would change his entire life as he knew it. Recently we were forced to relocate due to personal family problems. We found a beautiful, year old apartment that would allow our furry family and still fulfill our living needs while we continued to clean up a few credit issues in order to qualify to buy another little home again in a year or so. Our place is a second floor unit with a small garage below connected by a 18 step stairwell. I was taking a shower getting ready for church while Jeff made himself busy bringing up boxes from the garage and putting things away. He had a box filled with baked goods, most likley heaver than he should have. He reached the top step and as he turned to open the door, he lost his footing and tumbled, head over foot to the bottom. I know without a single doubt that our Father in heaven was watching over him that day. As I was in the shower, I was deaf to his painful screams for help. Thank God the guys who live next door did hear him and went into action. within the next thirty minutes they had called 911, cleared out the garage that was completely stacked floor to ceiling with 30 years of possessions, clearing a path for the paramedics to get him strapped down and on his way to UVRMC emergency room. Later that day the doctor would deliver the news that changed everything once again. On the 11th, I walked next to him, tightly squeezing his hand as they rolled him down the long hall to surgery where for the next seven hours the doctors would work their magic repairing my husband who in the attempts of making a beautiful home for me fell down like humpty dumpty, breaking his back in three different places. He now faces a month in the hospital followed by a month in a rehab center and at least a year of intense therapy. I am going to be required to take at least a week of unpaid leave in order to care for him when he comes home and the bills we are facing are growing by the hour. When I visit him in the hospital all he does is cry from not only the pain but the worry of things he does not have the power to change. It is because of this that I come before my friends today, asking for whatever help they can offer. I need the fun loving, happy and crazy man I married thirty years ago back again. I can't and wont just watch him wither away and die. He deserves much more and much better than that. I know that if I were the one lying in pain in the bed he would do whatever it took for me. All I want is to give him the same.
With my sincere love and gratitude,
Lynn Ahlstrom
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Lynn Ahlstrom
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Orem, UT