08/17/2026
I'm both caregiver and husband — cracking jokes on the couch and spending long stretches in hospital chairs. I show up, handle the small tasks, and hold her hand through the scary parts. Love is everyday work.
Some days are about meds and logistics; others are coffee runs and naps. Being her husband means listening, resisting the urge to fix things, and staying steady. One day at a time.
To other husbands: it's okay to be exhausted and to cry. Bring snacks, ask questions, choose presence over perfection. Caregiving taught me patience and humility; a warm cup of tea can mean the world.