Helplessness: that dull, sick feeling of not being the one at the reins.
That is how I felt this morning. I couldn’t help it. I know my husbands knee surgery was coming up. I’ve known for about a month. I also know that he is in pretty good health. I had nothing to worry about. I still worried.
The surgeon is wonderful and came highly recommended. We have friends and he has co-workers that have had procedures done by this doctor in the past. Everything came out fine. But….. that wasn’t my husband, therefore I didn’t really have a player in the game so to speak.
My husband is strong, confident, a protector, and NEVER shows physical weakness. This was different for him and very different for me. We have been together for a total of 15 years. I have seen him cry over lost loved ones and family…
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