Anybody who has been a mother knows the ins and outs of taking care of a sick child, but a husband might just be a bigger challenge.
My husband had surgery four weeks ago and I became his nurse, driver and general doer.
He was a great patient; I thought I was a lousy nurse!
I bandaged his wound time after time and he never complained – not even when I pulled his hair out of his skin. I was prepared to do whatever it took to get him well. His medication was given on time, I checked on him throughout the night, even waking him up every hour to see if he was OK, giving him water every few hours when he wasn’t thirsty.
After two weeks it was time to drive him to the doctor. The two of us in one car – are you serious? We don’t like each other’s driving. I drive too fast and he drives too slow. Actually, the trip back and forth worked well. I got us there safely.
I could tell he was delighted to get back home by the look on his face and a rush to his recliner.
I said, “Ray, how have I done as your nurse?” His reply was, “You did great, but you were more of a hoverer than a nurse.”
A hoverer? Hmm!
The definition of someone who hovers is to stay suspended or flutter in the air around in one place. Was he actually calling me an angel? That was OK with me because we got the job done.
Louise Hay wrote, “Love is the great miracle cure. Loving ourselves works miracles in our lives.”
On another note; a big thank you to all who sent cards, emails, brought food and came to visit. We appreciated it so much.
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