I was reading this article . It brought much thought, sadness, and conversation. I am so aware I am not far from being Becky. What saddens me most in this story is the lost life of the husband. I do not know how to balance the will of God, the alteration of God’s will by medicine, and what is left to the choice of man.
I know that if I were Becky, I would be angry at the Shepherd for wasting his life to care for a shell of me. I do not want the Shepherd to sacrifice his life to be married to a mentally absent wife. I want my daughters to have a father who laughs and enjoys life. I want the Shepherd to have a real wife — one who engages and interacts with him. I don’t want to ever just be a sponge soaking up all of his life. That is not marriage. That seems like science gone awry… Taking the body where life does not exist.