Talking about regrets...I recently met a woman that I soon became friends with because we had so much in common. Or so it seemed. She was a study partner in college and was a lot of fun in the beginning. As we talked about our life, present and past, I discovered she went through a lot of what I am going through with my husband. As we talked she often said when my husband finally passed I would be filled with regret for weeks if not years. This used to upset me and I often wondered if I was doing something wrong or not doing something to keep him healthy. After speaking with his doctors and being told repeatedly that I was doing everything right and there is nothing more I can do to help him I felt better. I took a serious look at this woman and started listing things she had said. I soon found this woman was pushing her regrets on me and that she was mentally playing in her own ball field. I have no regrets in the care of my husband. I have gotten him the best doctors I could find. I have fought for certain testing the doctors didn't feel he needed. I researched every little event in his illness to see if something could be done better. I have put my life in the back ground to see he had what he needed to stay alive. I have taken care of him myself because I didn't trust others to see he was safe. After looking at the list I had to admit to one and only one possible regret. I should have allowed him to pass over years ago because he has been so sick and his life is so miserable it isn't fair to him to endure life this way. It isn't life the way God intended us to live. My one comfort is that once he has passed over he will be up there chasing women and eating from the biggest buffet and watching us. We will be happy for him in that he is no longer sick and miserable. He will be happy and content. And for that I will have peace with no regrets.