The spousal unit was successfully retrieved from the hospital on Tuesday. Another all day affair. I'm glad he's home and so is he. He now gets real food that tastes good and is hot. Nothing worse than lousy food that is also cold.
Wish that having him home meant that everything was all right. It's not. With his particular ailments, the docs are giving him less than a 50% chance for surviving another year. This causes me great pain. He turns 55 in just a few days and it's potentially his last birthday. Makes me want to scream. Yes, I'm strong...independent, too, but he's been the love of my life for only 18 years and I'm not ready to let him go.
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