It’s nice to say that – when you consider how often you hear complaints from married couples. A few years ago, we got into the habit of complimenting each other regularly. We try not to complain too much, but of course, complaints are inevitable. But today, I have no real complaints – because my husband is pretty great and over the last week or two, he’s been pretty phenomenal.
It’s going to be all right.
My Surgery
He was worried about the surgery that I needed to undergo as much as I was. But he did a great job of helping me to focus on the things we needed to do and wanted to do rather than on the maudlin task of debating all the things that could go wrong. There were a couple of times when I let my own worry consume me and he was very certain and deliberate in what he had to say:
“It’s going to be all right.”
He meant it too. It didn’t matter what they found during the surgery, it wouldn’t matter what the pathology reports would determine (it’s benign), because it was going to be all right. He meant it. He believed it. We’ve confronted a lot of struggles in our years together and as long as we have worked together and supported each other – we’ve discovered we could do just about anything.
It’s Going to Be All Right
He was right and he kept reaffirming that belief. He was there with me before I went into surgery and as I finally came out of the groggy state the anesthesia leaves you in – he was right there. He helped me get up. He helped me go to the bathroom. He helped me to get dressed and he helped me into the wheelchair.
The car was waiting for us and he helped me into that. He talked quietly and calmly throughout the drive home and he didn’t get remotely upset when I wasn’t terribly responsive because I was so tired and out of it. When we got home, he helped me get into bed and I slept like the dead for the next several hours.
There was nothing to worry about. He took care of all of it. When I woke up and got up for a bit, he made me tea and he had my medication. He sat there with our daughter on his lap and explained to her what was going on and helped her to understand why it was taking Mommy time to be functional again.
When I wanted a milkshake, he got it. When I wanted a movie to listen to so the sounds of the children playing outside wouldn’t distract me, he got it. He was there every single time I woke up and he kept reaffirming the same sentiment over and over again:
“It’s going to be all right.”
He was right. It’s going to be all right and he’s pretty great. I know there are going to be times when we are nitpicking at each other again and likely there will be times when we disagree and we argue. But right now, it’s going to be all right. My husband told me so and he’s pretty great.
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