Today, 12/11 marks two years married. It was not the way I envisioned celebrating two years of marriage but life is sometimes unpredictable. Last Sunday 12/3 we got to the emergency room around 9:45pm. My husband had been experiencing some pain in his right knee which started Thursday at work. He had surgery on that knee years ago so we thought he just needed rest. Friday came around and by midday trouble walking increased significantly. He tried to work as long as he could and made it to 3pm before he was sent home due to the pain. It was his weekend off so he had 3 days of rest to look forward to. We both thought rest and icing the knee would work. Little did we know, his knee was fighting a serious infection. It had began to swell and continued to swell as the weekend went on. Sunday night I asked if he was ready for bed after we finished an episode of the show we were watching and he couldn’t get up from the couch. He decided he couldn’t deal with the pain anymore so he asked if we could go to the hospital. Knowing I couldn’t physically carry him I ended up calling his dad and asked if he could come help me get him down our 24 stairs and to the hospital. He came over immediately although not feeling great himself. We were in the hospital from Sunday night until Thursday afternoon. He had surgery on his knee Tuesday and we thought everything went well. When we were told he would be discharged we were relieved to be going home given that we knew our anniversary was coming up. Friday morning his leg and ankle appeared swollen and we chalked it up to lack of elevation on our part throughout the night. When nothing changed, Saturday morning we ended up in the ER again. Turns out the infection was not only in his knee but was also in the soft tissue in his calf as well. We’ve been at the hospital since Saturday now and this has truly been one of the scariest things we’ve experienced together. Most people wait years before they experience the in sickness and health parts of their vows but our challenge came early. I don’t know what I would’ve done if he had to have his leg amputated or if he died from the infection spreading to other parts of his body. I’m beyond thankful he’s still alive and I still have my best friend.