I’ve been out of commission for the past few weeks. Well, actually, my husband has. We’ve been in New York for almost a month for his major surgery.
I had all kinds of plans to get a lot of work done while he convalesced.
It’s amazing how life gets in the way. As John Lennon said, "Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans."
Funny thing, my husband shares a birthday with Mr. Lennon.
So during the long hours in ICU, I watched. Everything. I couldn’t concentrate on anything else.
When someone you love is so incapacitated – with the full intention to be healthier than before – you begin to reassess everything.
You also begin to realize how important the support system that forms around you is. How ready they are to help out. Friends, family, nurses and doctors. The pharmacist. The server at the café close by. They all seem to get it and just pitch in. They’re there.
Set-backs – there were several. Tubes, IVs, scars – slowly, each were removed. Then we got to go to our home-away-from-home in The City. An hour and a half ride, just over two miles during the New York Marathon. The irony of the situation.
Thankful for access to the best doctors and hospitals in the country, this makes me re-think the whole health care thing.
Providing care for my husband that is simple, basic. Who knew putting on a shirt was so much work?
It is getting better, though.
One week out of the hospital, there are still more doctor appointments, procedures and hopefully soon, the OK to fly home to Vegas. But all that’s perfectly fine. He is improving.
This will soon be behind us, and has only solidified our relationship. My husband is a wonderful man.
It will be better than normal. Soon.