I drove my husband to the hospital today and he ended up being admitted. He has pneumonia, which isn’t a life threatening condition for a normally healthy man like my husband.
But I’m still scared.
A little over a year ago, my father was in the hospital with pneumonia. That visit signaled the beginning of the end for my sweet daddy.
I keep telling myself that this time it’s so much different. My husband doesn’t have lung cancer. He only caught a bad bug that resulted in pneumonia, the antibiotics are going to do their job and fix everything.
But he has the same gut wrenching cough and pained expression that my dad did. He keeps wincing and saying how badly his back hurts, just like my dad did.
It’s different this time, I know it is. I say this over and over has I tuck the covers around my shivering husband, just like I did for my dad. I say that everything’s going to be okay as I stroke my husband’s clammy forehead, just like I used to stroke my father’s forehead.
It’s different this time. Everything’s going to be okay. I know this.
But it feels so much the same.