The Wedding Day

My sister got married on Saturday, and I made it through the day and actually had a good time as well. As I have mentioned previously members of my family were very concerned about me overdoing it on the day. I however, had already decided I would overdo it and pay the price.

We were very lucky, the weather perked up and we had a beautiful sunny day. My sister looked absolutely stunning in her dress and she had a colourful array of bridesmaids including myself. The service was held in the same church that my husband and I got married in nine years ago. To me, it seemed all that a wedding should be, both solemn and joyful with moments of light heartedness. As my husband and I predicted both the bride and groom were a little emotional, and we could all see genuine happiness shining out of them both.

For me the day was a little difficult as I wanted to support my sister fully, but I was aware I had limitations. Before we left my parents house my concerns got the better of me for a few minutes and I was a little grumpier than I meant to be. But once the day got going I was swept along and able to enjoy it and be there for my sister. In fact it was only when I lay down on my bed at quarter to one the following morning that I realised quite how exhausted I was, and that I ached from head to toe. I really had put my all in to the day. Fortunately I slept well, despite the heat and I managed to maintain a semblance of normality all through breakfast the following morning. Then my exhaustion hit me and I went into survival mode for the next day or two. My wonderful husband looked after me and took me home and I had a very quiet day yesterday (Monday) to allow me to recover. Today I almost feel normal again, which is a bit of a relief.

So was it worth it? Of course, without a doubt! Yes, I paid for all my effort and input on the day, but I wouldn’t have done it any differently. It was a day for ignoring the limitations CFS/ME puts on me and living my life to the full. Not something I can do every day, but then it’s not every day that my little sister gets married.