How do I serve him?

Public ministries are fun ministries.  When I am seen and applauded for good works, I'm happy, motivated to do more.

Private ministries are not as fun.  No one applauds me unloading the dishwasher, unless I'm unloading someone else's dishwasher.  There is a reason Paul says "It is better for a man not to marry" because his interests are divided.  He can't freely devote his time to various serving opportunities, because serving his wife comes first.

I've always believed this, but what do I do now?  The way I see it, a wife has four typical ways she can serve her husband:

• Physical intimacy
• House cleaning/care, cooking
• Bearing him children
• (Working, if necessary)

This disease has severely hampered my ability to serve him in the typical ways.  So how can I serve him?  I have a few ideas that I'm learning to work on, and I would love more.

• Thanking him in notes, and verbally, for how he serves me
• Bragging about him to others
• Not acting like our lives are all about MS now.  He has interests, concerns, activities that don't relate to my disease.  I don't have to talk about it all the time.  It's not about me.
• Being open to listening to his frustrations with my limitations without getting defensive.  I'm still a sinner.  For a while I was joking "I can't, I have MS" as a reply to everything - then I realized people thought I was serious because they didn't know better.
• Not being stalwart when I'm overwhelmed, in pain, frustrated, or scared.  I did this for a while because I didn't want to overwhelm him more with my needs.  But that is a need that he is meant for.  Anyone can clean the house, but only he can be with me every night.
• Humbly calling on friends and family to request help with house cleaning and cooking.  I wish I didn't need the help, and sometimes I'm in a bad mood and anti-social so people probably don't want to come over.  But when people are helping me, they are really helping Joe.  My requests are my way of serving.
• Letting him have fun with it.  I'm not offended when he jokes that I'm "gimpy," or when he tips the wheelchair back because it freaks me out.  It releases tension for both of us.

Any other ideas?