I've not read this thread before yesterday - because I am in the very fortunate position of having a hale and hearty husband at the moment.
Like others, I am full of admiration for those who cope with sick husbands and partners and other family members.
I was reading my book "Under the Wide and Starry Sky" last night, about the love affair and partnership of Robert Louis Stevenson and his American wife, Fanny. He was sickly from the time they met (when she was a 36 year old mother of 3 children and he 10 years younger). She nursed him for the rest of their time together, and in doing so, trekked with him all over the planet searching for the climate that would be conducive to good health for him. At one point - with his inheritance from his father - they take off to the Samoa Islands in a yacht. The sea air agrees with him and he is in better health than he had been for a while. They are happy. At one point she returns to their sleeping quarters whilst he is up on deck and he has pinned the following poem to her pillow, reading it, I thought of many of you on this thread:
Trusty, dusky, vivid, true
With eyes of gold and bramble-dew
Steel-tree and blade-straight
The great artificer
Made my mate.
Honour, anger, valour, fire;
A love that life could never tire,
Death quench or evil stir
The mighty master
Gave to her.
Teacher, tender, comrade, wife,
A fellow-farer true through life,
Heart-whole and soul-free
The august father
Gave to me.