A small brag

Okay. My oldest son turned six a few days ago. In light of his growing older and this whole "one thankful post a day" craze on Facebook, I have been thinking a lot about my husband and how much we have all grown in the last eight years we have known each other.
As many of you know, my husband has TBI amongst other things. Part of his TBI is the inability to remember. I never know if he will remember what we ate for lunch or what day it is or even what movie we watched. We joke about it quite a bit. Everyone we know jokes about it to some extent. Amazingly enough, the only area he has never forgotten anything is medicine. Now he used to write himself reminders to call a patient back or test their blood or whatever else medical assistants did, but the moment I read a post on cafemom that asked about a sick child or got a text from a friend at midnight, he knew what the diagnosis was. Then he would look it up to be sure since he is anal like that and he would be right. The only areas I know better than him are the homeopath areas because they do not teach it in the military AND he had no interest until he saw the affect medicine had on people when they abused it.
Now, it used to be whenever I joked about my husband at all, he would get upset. Common response from your average man. He was taking it as a disrespect and to be honest it may have been. He would also get so upset at me reminding him of things. I never thought anything of it. In fact, that was so hard when he started forgetting things. I used to be so scared that he would take our son to the store then forget he brought him and leave him there. You can ask my husband. Well, he may have forgotten... (see, even the jokes come in here).
But now, while I have to remind him of everything, maybe not everything, my husband no longer gets upset. He really does see it as just reminders.
My husband reallyis my rock. My forgetful and sometimes "duck and cover" rock, but my steadfast rock.
Someday I will write a book about him, or about me dealing with his challenges he had gotten from being in the military, or about our marriage and the crazy road we have gone down...
To the bragging part- he has an interview to medical school! My crazy forgetful husband who has a brain for medicine like Dr. House may be a doctor soon. He still has to decide. Whether or not he goes, I am so proud of him. I knew he would get the interview, but it still validates to the world what I have known all along.
I know, this blog is a little all over the place. But I have been mulling over the news since he told me and have been trying to decide what I should say... Still haven't decided.