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Fighting for Faith in the Darkness Part 12

For the full story, please read all our previous posts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

A photo of Cade and I.

I fell apart last night. I couldn’t write. I could only cry. How could heaven have paired me with someone so perfectly suited for this trial in life? Cade was meant to be mine.

Cade is Superman and not just because of his muscles. 😍😏 Cade kept our home perfectly, immaculately clean for me knowing I like a clean home and any ounce of dirt made me more sick. He cleaned and vacuumed, and even scrubbed the toilet every day. The kids were fed, taken everywhere and not a beat of life was missed.

But most of all, most of all this sweet, strong man carried me…


He physically lifted me in and out of bed, carried me up and down the stairs, picked me up off the ground and held me when I’d pass out from vomiting so nonstop I couldn’t breath.

And he bathed me.

My grown man of a husband had to bathe his wife.

Gently he’d lift me into the tub as I couldn’t last long standing in the shower. He’d quietly wash my hair and me and I’d cry. I’d cry because as much as you love someone, as much as you think you’ve been married for forever and know everything, every embarrassing detail there’s nothing like the true humility and the ultimate act of love that comes from bathing someone whose body is too weak and sick to do it themselves.

And the water, my gosh the water. Remember how it was my thing? Just the feel of it on my body would send my insides upside down. Even wet hair after had me wanting to die. So again, Cade carefully lifted me in one strong swoop of his arms, his strong back and shoulders carrying just as much emotionally as physically and he’d set me on the bed, plug in the blow dryer and dry my hair, softly combing through each strand, wiping any pieces from my cheeks.

We often get asked how we did this together, how it didn’t drive us apart. This is how. He served. He remembered that I had worth and was fighting a battle. And once I was better I chose to start healing and living. I’ve chosen to care for his heart for the rest of his life as he did my body for nine months.

Unfortunately we were right, coming home made me violently ill, but it was Monday now and Tuesday was important to me.

Part 13 coming soon…

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carrian feik cheney oh sweet basil

Cade and Carrian have three children and love to spend time together whether it’s vacationing or snuggled up on the couch for a good movie.

And this family especially loves to eat.

They love everything from the keep you fit and healthy to the get out your sweat pants indulgent and everything in between.

But most of all, they love the memories made, shared and treasured and it’s all thanks to a meal shared together with loved ones.

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  • I found yoir story again and am catching up…youve got the faitj of a saint!!! Much lobe and God Bless you

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    • Thank you so much Debra! You are so sweet!

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  • Lifting you and your family up in prayers. May God give you healing, strength, and faith in you life. God’s got this, trust in Him and he will provide according to his Will.

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    • Thank you so much Maria! This is our story from about 4 years ago that we are retelling. God definitely did heal, strengthen and lift us! Thank you so much for your support!

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