I don't know if I should be answering this post (the patient ) or my wife (the worried care giver) or not. I can't help remembering the days before the surgery. My wife and I became so much closer. We talked about everything; our plans for the future, how much we loved each other, how much closer this awful disease had made us become, and how we were going to BEAT the crap out of this disease TOGETHER.
I know we had terrable fears. My wife wanted to share her fears. I did not want a single negative thought to be spoken of shared. I was damn well going to beat this and any talk of failure was verbotten. Looking back on this, I could have been a little more compassionate, but frankly, I was scared to death! My wife was also scared and felt trapped trying to keep it all inside.
I know this sounds really strange but I had the easy part! I went to sleep and she worried for 11 hours. Thank god for the three girls and a NEW friend with a BIG personality who barged into the waiting room and stayed all day. This woman told me the day before surgery that she didn't care about me, she only cared for my family....This was said in jest, but she knew where her priorities were. She was there for the hardest part; the waiting.
I have some advice (I am no expert)
Trust your doctors
Trust the Anthesialogist
Trust your gut, it will tell you what is right
Be Positive...Be Positive.. Be Positive
Trust your family..and friends...Let them in; you will feel better and they will feel better. They show their concern in different ways.
Rely on the nursing staff. Today they spend so much time doing paperwork, that some actual caregiving is a blessing.
Don't expect much patient activity the next day. Morphine is a funny drug. My wife says I was never more entertaining.
Don't allow yourself(the patient)or your spouse to lose their dignity. This is very difficult, with all the tubes and bags and such. As quickly as possible get some decent clothes on. Cover the drain bags. Comb their hair. I know I felt more human in this inhuman environment, when I felt as though I looked somewhat normal.
And last. For the caregiver, realise that some very good things can come out of this. You both will learn what is really important in life. The love you have for each other will grow tenfold if you both open up to each other and really talk. Those material things and petty differences you had before surgery are no longer important at all. And for you, the patient, realize that this is a team effort. It is not all about you. It is all about you both. Talk about it, cry about it and express you fears. Those fears will fall away when you both realize they are very similar, and when you express them, they can be minimised to nothing.
I know this is a rambling bunch of thoughts. But I remember always having a crushing number of unattached thoughts roiling through my head during this time.
By the way, even with this open communication, my wife had a meltdown (just a quickie) about 3 months after the surgery as the reality of what we had been through had finally sunk in. She is the best! 30 years of marriage and it gets better every day.
I hope this helps somewhat. It will give you smething to read. My prayers and thoughts are with you. You have come to the right place for support. The people on this site know what they are talking about(unlike me)and they care deeply(like me)about you and your husband.
I wish you the absolute best.