I have asked my wife if I could be a “guest blogger” today.
As most of you know, I have just had a triple bypass operation. In the grand scheme of things I’m doing pretty well and I’m well on my way down the road to recovery. A Heart bypass is a particularly painful procedure. Without going into too many gross details of the operation itself it does involve trauma to a couple of different areas of your body.
I am not a particularly brave soul and my tolerance to pain is not on a par with, say, a soldier on the beaches of Normandy. For those of you who have lived with pain you can understand just how much effort and time goes into pain management and how absolutely critical it is to have the right people helping you through it.
I want to state for the record that I truly believe that the only reason I am still able to function in any capacity other than a chemically induced coma is because of the love and help that I have had from my wife. On many occasions she has, literally and figuratively held my heart in her hands and in a very real sense she has saved my life.
You all know the woman I call my wife through her writings on this blog and it is obvious and easy to see from the comments that you like and respect her. She is a great Mom, a true friend and a tireless worker for the things she is passionate about, as well as being a great writer.
It’s ninah, ninah, ninah time now because I just want to tell you that as likable and friendly and as good a writer as you all know she is I am the one that has been blessed to have her for my wife.
When I am sitting in the chair just before going to sleep and I’m feeling scared of the pain that I know is coming she has the ability to calm my fears. When I am clutching my chest in agony at three o’clock in the morning she has the ability, just by her touch, to make me believe that it’s all going to be OK. She has the ability to change my feelings of pain and desperation, instantly to feelings of renewed fight and contentment and in her I see and find my courage to get better and my fight to survive.
My wife means everything to me as a wife and I adore her. She is an astonishing woman, a beautiful woman, a fantastic mother to our children, a wonderful friend to the lucky few who get to truly call her that and she is an inspiration to those around her.
She is all that and something else to me though. I have always told her that she is my hero. I mean that in the truest meaning of the word. She is someone I look at and in who I can only see good things. I can only see in her the person I would wish to be.
So to my hero I just want to publicly say Thank you. Thank you for helping me through this little drama in my life, thank you for the care and attention you give me, thank you for the inspiration you give me. But most of all thank you for just being you. My wife, my friend, my lover, my inspiration and my hero.