So, while I’m the worst fiancé ever, my fiancé is the best fiancé ever. Being a patient in the hospital is a lonely, frightening experience. This was doubly true for me in this case since I was looking down the barrel of a possible ostomy, which I had been dreading for 25 years. I was frustrated and scared, and I wasn’t even sure what outcome I wanted any more.
So, it meant the world to me that she voluntarily took a whole day to keep me company. This helped me feel that whatever happened, thing were going to be ok. Ok for her, ok for me, and ok for us. We even talked about what would happen if I did need an ostomy. It was the validation and support that I needed. That she would do this is one of the many reasons I love her.
And, as a final note, if you’re ever in the hospital and feeling fine on painkillers, definitely check out Mr. Mom. It’s hilarious.