Just thought I'd add that when I met Marc I was 20 and I had the prognosis of being in a wheelchair by the time I was 30. I was told I'd never have children. He's seen me at my best, he's seen me at my worst. He's changed pads as I went for my first shower after my first c section with B, he's helped me get dressed and done up my bra more times than I care to think about. When I had my last breast surgery he had to change the stuffing and dressings daily/every other day/every 3 days for around 4 months. All of this and he's still here. He's helped me sort my meds, dyed my hair, washed my hair, helped me put my socks and shoes on and he's still here. He still loves me, he still wants to be with me. He's seen my mobility decline so I went from nothing to using a walking stick, then two sticks, now wally (my 3 wheeled walker) and he even made me an Eva so I could go off tarmac too.
Just because you aren't in a relationship now it doesn't mean you will be alone forever..
