When Scott and I got married almost 30 years ago (yikes we were only 5 when we got hitched) we wrote our own vows. There was one secret vow that he must have whispered. It is the one that the husband promises to clean and empty and measure the goo coming out of a drain which is coming out of his wife’s armpit after being diagnosed with breast cancer and having A LOT of lymph nodes removed. I swear I never heard it. He must have said it because, that is what he did tonight.
He ever so carefully stripped the line and then emptied and measured and recorded the output. He gently pulled away all the old adhesives and replaced the dressings. He did it like a pro. He never waived. He did it after waiting with me while I was injected with a radioactive tracer. He did it after watching me walk up and down the hall waiting for the tracer to do it’s thing. He did it after waiting with me before surgery. He did it after waiting four very long hours, by himself, during the surgery. He did it after spending the night with me, in the hospital, on a ridiculously short and narrow bed. He did it because he loves me.
Even though I missed hearing that vow then, I certainly heard it loud and clear yesterday, today and tonight.