Today I had a taste of what my husband went through a year ago. Last May, I went in for what we thought was going to be an hour long surgery and it turned into 6 hours. During that time, no one could tell my husband what was going on and why it was taking so long.
Well, today I had a small taste of what that’s like. Steve went in for surgery to have a deep cyst removed from his back. It was supposed to be only about 30 minutes but ended up being an hour long. During that time, I played cribbage with his dad. I wasn’t really concentrating on the game (though I won 2 out of 3 games) and was really just trying to keep my mind off of my worry. When the Doctor came out and told us the surgery was done and Steve was fine, I literally felt like I had just come out of deep water and taken a breath of air.
I started to think about why I was so nervous about a very routine surgery and realized that it tied into my mom. My mom has had three surgeries and each one the doctors have told us going into the surgery that it won’t be bad and each time she’s been diagnosed with cancer. I have to admit, a part of my mind was saying that this is just routine surgery and he’ll be fine and another part was saying - “that’s what they said about mom too and they were wrong!”
Thankfully, Steve’s okay, other than they are concerned about a post-op infection cuz the cyst was infected. He’s home now and I’m finally relaxing for the first time in about 2 weeks (since we found out when the surgery was scheduled). Now I’m just going to concentrate on taking care of him and getting some sleep myself.
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