My husband had a third surgery today, it went longer as anticpated but I wasn’t too surprised as each of his others had too. After waiting in a waiting room for 11 hours, I was finally allowed to see him in the ICU.
On our way home, my Father In Law suggested I take a day off. He said I need to relax, I need some me time, I can’t keep spending 12+ hour days at his bed side.
He told me, I can’t just stop my life because of this, I have to just incorporate it in while keeping up with some normal activities.
He just doesn’t understand. Jason is my life.