When the accident happened, he was in Canada visiting his family. Upon waking from surgery, the first thing I croaked was to ask where he was. I wanted him for comfort; I had no idea how crucial his presence would be to my recovery.
If he hadn't proved himself such a wonderful caretaker, I wouldn't have been discharged as early as I was, just one week after surgery. Upon returning home, he took over everything: ensuring everything we ate was one-hand friendly, cutting food into bite-size pieces, cleaning my wound dressings, helping me wash and dress, easing me into chairs, and taking me back to the hospital every few days for scans and blood tests.
While he cared for me physically, the way he tended to my mental health became even more important. His support through this ordeal significantly strengthened our bond, turning a potentially challenging situation into a testament of our love and commitment.
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