Knowing myself to have been unwell for more than two years (and having experienced the fact that the strength of the most loving care giver can wear out), last night, just before turning out the light, I, having noted a sense of heaviness in Will’s spirit and gait, as of late, asked him how he was feeling, now that we’re nearing another serious surgery, suggesting another lengthy recovery on my part—again.
Being a guy, Will’s reply was brief, to the point and much to my relief, wholly reassuring—
As long as you’re beside me, I’m good.
As the simplicity of Will’s heartfelt declaration of love offered me a peaceful sense of clarity, easing my mind, I, feeling secure within my husband’s embrace, slept soundly throughout the night.
This morning, we are on our way to Mayo as another COVID test is required before my pulmonary function test, tomorrow—this study will determine my ability to live with one lung🙋🏻♀️🔆
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