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She got up every single day. She helped him dress, made him breakfast, and walked him downstairs. She helped him through the chronic pain during the day, and she helped him through the chronic pain at night. She barely got any sleep because of his leg tremors and nightmares.
She had nobody to talk to. She wasn't a paid carer at work; she was a lone carer unpaid, who spent day and night caring for her disabled husband, alone.
She didn't care. She loved him, and she would do anything for him. That was all that mattered to her. love.
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