The following is a work of fiction and describes a fantasy that is probably extremely common for individuals who are sole caregivers for their spouse who has a chronic illness that robs them of any interest in sexual intimacy. None of the characters actually exists nor did any of the events occur. However, the first part of the story about a wife having MS is based upon personal experience.
This will probably be the last story that I write for a while. I greatly appreciate all of the kind comments that some of you have posted to my previous stories. Fiction writing is something that is new to me, so your positive feedback has been greatly appreciated.
Each of my stories includes a bit of my own life and/or fantasies and to be quite honest, this last story has hit much too close to home. I had tears in my eyes as I wrote the last few pages. I have several ideas for a followup chapter with my narrator and his new wife, Melinda, but I need to take some time off to recover emotionally before starting up again.
My wife Ginny and I were high school sweethearts. We started dating as juniors in high school and decided to get married four years later while we were juniors in college. I was studying engineering and she was in nursing school. So, when it came time for us to graduate, we decided that I would be the one to interview for jobs since she could find employment just about any place that my work would take us.
During our first years together life was wonderful. We had two good incomes and we both worked fairly regular hours, so we were able to buy our first home two years after graduation and were able to do a fair amount of travel. We had friends through my job, through her work, from school and also from our new neighborhood.
We loved each other and loved being together as much as we could. What more could any young couple ask?
One day when we were both about to turn 30, Ginny woke up one morning and said that it felt like she had the flu. Only, she also had double vision in addition to feeling really crappy. From her education, she knew that this was probably not the flu. So as soon as her doctor's office opened, she called for an immediate appointment. Since the receptionist knew that Ginny was a nurse, she was told to come in at 9A and they would try to work her in.
Since Ginny didn't feel like she could drive safely with double vision, I called my office and told them that Ginny was sick and that I needed to take Ginny to the doctor.
Since Ginny didn't have a scheduled appointment, it was almost 11A before we were called back to an examination room. The doctor walked in about 30 minutes later. When he heard Ginny's symptoms, he immediately got onto his phone and called a friend who was a neurologist. His friend told us to come right over and that he would try to work us in based upon the description of Ginny's symptoms.
We finally got to see the neurologist at 4P. The doctor performed a number of tests on Ginny to evaluate her neurological functions. When he was finished, he told us that he would schedule Ginny for an MRI tomorrow morning and that we should ask his staff to set up the appointment. He also said to tell his staff that we would need a follow-up appointment in two weeks. I took Ginny home and put her in bed and then fixed my dinner. As for Ginny, she wasn't hungry due to the flu-like symptoms.
The next morning, we were at the MRI facility for a 10A appointment. The staff took Ginny back for her test and she walked back out after about 45 minutes. I took Ginny home and put her back in bed and made sure that she had her phone was within reach. I grabbed a bit of lunch and then went to work for the remainder of the day.
Over the next week, Ginny's vision recovered and her flu symptoms abated. If not for her nurses' training she would have assumed that she had recovered, but she knew better but did not tell me that.
Two weeks later, I went with Ginny to her neurology appointment. She no longer needed me to drive, but I was curious and wanted to be there to provide support. When the doctor walked into the exam room, his hands were full of literature. He looked at me and then at Ginny before telling her that she had Multiple Sclerosis. Ginny just nodded because she already suspected as much.
The doctor explained that in the early stages, there are two forms of MS but that it was too early to know which one that she had so he would treat the more common form. He handed all of the literature that he had brought to Ginny and explained that this was information from the MS Society and would tell her more than he had time to explain. He handed Ginny a prescription for medication and explained how she should take it and what side effects to watch out for.
He also told us to schedule a return appointment in six months, but that if she had any problems with side effects or a return of any kind of unusual symptoms, she should call for an immediate appointment.
Four months later, I woke up to find Ginny crying. She said that she could not feel the sheets on her left foot and that her leg felt like it was freezing. I touched her left knee and asked if she could feel that. She said, "Feel what?" I also told her that her leg felt a bit on the warm side.
So as soon as I had fixed breakfast and had taken Ginny's back to her in bed, I called the neurologist's office and asked for an immediate appointment. At first, the receptionist said that we would need to wait, but then she saw a notation on Ginny's chart and said that we should be there at 10A.
We arrived at 10A and saw the doctor at noon. He did a number of tests to determine Ginny's ability to sense different types of touch on her left foot and leg. After he finished making his notes, he told us that he wanted Ginny to have another MRI tomorrow but that based upon this new development, he was pretty sure that Ginny had the Primary Progressive form of MS.
He went out and quickly returned with some more literature. He said that there was only one treatment for Ginny's form of MS and that the drug has some potentially significant side effects. The drug also had to be given as an infusion, just like many cancer chemotherapy drugs. Therefore, we needed to read everything that he had just provided before deciding whether Ginny wanted to proceed.
After a week, Ginny decided to go ahead and start the treatments. Fortunately, she didn't experience any of the more severe side effects.
Two Years Later
Although Ginny has continued with the treatments, it is questionable how much they have helped. Her MS has continued to progress as she slowly lost control of her legs and lower body. Early on, she used a cane to get around. Then she moved to a walker. Today, I placed an order for an electric powered wheelchair for her because even getting around inside the house has been becoming difficult for her. And needless to say, she had to quit her job about a year ago because just trying to walk was draining all of her energy.
Two More Years Later
Ginny has been confined to her wheelchair now for the last 18 months. My day starts early with helping her get out of bed, clean up and get dressed before heading for the kitchen to fix our breakfast. As I am eating, I fix Ginny's lunch and put it on a low shelf in the refrigerator where she can get to it. I also try to hide a couple of surprise snacks there too. When I come home, I fix dinner for us and then help Ginny get undressed and into bed.
At this point, Ginny has lost almost all feeling and control of her body below her waist. That means that our sex life has been almost non-existent for the last two years. Ginny feels bad about the fact that not only do I have to do all of the work around the house but all that she can do to express her love is to hug and kiss me. She agreed to try to make love to me by letting me fuck her pussy, but she felt nothing. I had to use lube because she couldn't respond when I fingered her clit because she didn't even know that I had touched her. Her libido was also almost non-existent, so sex had become an empty experience for me when I knew that she was faking any response to my attempts to make love to her.