Caregiving

So fortunate both hubby and me are blessed with good health. At our age it is one of our greatest blessings. Neither of us takes any prescription drugs and when hubby went in for for his pre-op knee surgery exam this fact seemed to astound the medical practitioners. No diabetes? No heart medicines? Nothing for high blood pressure? Nope, nope and nope, just vitamins (and we both miss a lot of those).

But with his surgery last week and new knee I have become a (very) part-time caregiver. Truth be told, it is not much of a big deal but it does cause me to reflect and appreciate what true caregivers go through. The worst thing I've had to do this week is miss some of my activities to drive him to follow-up  and physical therapy appointments, help him put on those white stretchy socks, jump up to fetch things when his knee is propped up and (most important) be sympathetic when he is struggling or hurting. Happily, full recovery is very, very close.

The beauty of this operation is that benefits will ensue. Hubby confessed that he was having trouble standing up during services (up and down, up and down, that's par for the course) and of course I suspected his desire to circle parking lots endlessly searching for the nearest spot was a result of the pain he felt when walking. I can't wait for the time when we will stroll the craft fairs, malls and festivals for longer periods.

God Bless the real caregivers.

;-)