A Husband & A Hospital
I recently had outpatient surgery to remove fibrous masses. Now before you freak out, everything was ok and benign! #thankyoujesus. In college I found an acorn size lump, had it biopsied and found out it was benign. I explored my options to have it removed but I was young and couldn't outwardly feel it.
The idea of surgery didn't seem necessary and wasn't encouraged by my doctor. Fast forward five years and three new lumps have grown and continue to grow to their current size of walnuts. Needless to say it was time to cut those suckers out. I was a bundle of emotions-nervous, excited to finally do this, anxious of the unknown, and thankful that we have the money and insurance to pay for the surgery.
Everything went well and according to the doctors plan. The only bump in the road was when I passed out after having a procedure called a needle localization. They basically stick a needle in you and then feed a tiny wire through that needle. It acts as a marker for the doctor to find the mass if it's deep under the skin.
I've never fainted before and I did not enjoy the experience whatsoever. It was slightly embarrassing and extremely uncomfortable with all the sweating and dry heaving that was taking place. I don't recommend it!
Which brings me to the point of this post. It's not to gross you out with too much information or make you feel bad about my situation, but to brag on my amazing husband. We've been married just under two months now and are still adjusting to life together. Despite this, he really stepped up to the plate and took care of my every need. He did the dishes, laundry, made sure I took enough medicine every four hours, and even washed my hair for me.
I couldn't have handled this emotional experience without him and I'm so thankful God has blessed me with a man that's so mindful and sensitive to my needs. I've come to understand more and more that one of my biggest struggles is being vulnerable. And again, he was persistent, patient, and kind when I insisted on doing things on my own. It's always so nice when I actually let go of my guard and take his help.
He was so excited when I started to feel better today and actually made dinner for the first time in five days! It's great to know that he's willing to do the hard stuff when I can't and even better to know he appreciates all I do.
Have you had to rely on your spouse, family member, or friends to help you in a time of need? What was your experience like?