The McLean Family 2 - Actively Enabling

"Dear, will you do me a favor...?" Ron McLean Sr. heard those words countless times a day. But he didn't mind. Today, as he got up to get his wife Taylor the iPad charger from her bedroom he said what he always said. "Of course." He'd been saying it a lot more lately. But to him it made sense. It was just too hard for his 630lbs wife to get up and get things on her own. 

When she did have to get out of her oversized armchair, it was quite the process. First she had to make sure that she had her cane. Second she had to shift forward to the edge of the chair. This inevitably pulled the protective padding on the chair forward to the edge bunching it up, and he'd have to fix it later. Third, she'd gather her oxygen to her. She'd been on oxygen for a couple months now, and she was very cognizant of where the oxygen tubing was. Fourth, she'd rock a little bit and then heave herself out of the chair. Even with the extra padding, and the taller height of the chair it was always hit or miss as to whether or not she'd be able to get out of the chair on the first try or not. Pressing on the chair arm and leaning on her cane she'd heave with all her might, struggling to her feet. 

After that, once she was on her feet, she might have been up, the hard part was over, but she was in a battle against the clock. A battle that became harder and harder to win the fatter she got. She would lean on her walker, and then she'd start to waddle, wide ass quivering, heavy belly bouncing, trying to pull her down towards the ground. It was a slow painful process, her legs swollen with fat and retained fluid, almost seemed to shake from the struggle, and she gaspes for air, face reddening, even with the oxygen tubing running to her nose. 

When she makes it to her destination; her bed, the toilet, the shower chair, where ever, she always sinks onto it with a "woof" of relief and gasps for air. Sometimes Rob would check her pulse so he could feel her fat saturated heart pounding in her chest. 

And that's why when Rob's workday was interrupted with "Dear, will you do me a favor? I forgot my charger next to my bed." He didn't mind going to get it. She was much to fat, moving was much to difficult to expect her to get up and get these things herself. As he came back with the charger he asked "McDonalds for lunch today?" 

Taylor looked up at him and smiled "Of course, it's Monday today, isn't it?"