During the six weeks recovery time from my surgery, my focus was getting my leg stronger.
I was dependent on a walker for the better part of a month. I couldn’t drive, run errands, walk the dog, take my morning walks, or navigate my old claw-foot tub. My husband was my constant companion. It was a happy day when I graduated from using the walker to holding his hand! Hand in hand we’d stroll through the grocery store aisles, saunter the farmers market, and take long walks through the neighborhood.
I felt so protected and loved, and vowed that we would continue to hold hands even after I fully recovered. Why did we ever stop??