Another big op but I missed my true love
Since I have been ill, I have seen hospitals not as necessary evils, but vital places that help me live my best life and keep me running despite the odds. And this week I have been back on the wards for a double hernia operation.
As ever, I was cared for by amazing doctors and nurses – and not forgetting the cleaners and catering crew, whose job is just as important to keep me going and germ free.
I had it under local anaesthetic and while I couldn’t see what was going on, I could feel strong tugs and pulls as bits were pushed to one side so I could be stitched up internally and externally.
While the operation was a complete success, it means I can’t run for six weeks, which will be mental and physical torture for me – but probably harder work for my wife, as I’ll no doubt be going stir crazy as I look longingly at my abandoned running shoes by the door!
It was an operation I needed to ensure I can keep going with running and trekking plans I have for later this year, but the only shame was it happened on Valentine’s Day. While at 56 I am no doubt not the romantic I once was, it is a recognised opportunity to tell my incredibly supportive wife again how much she means to me.
Because of Covid rules we had to part early on the day and I didn’t see her again until the next, so missed the chance.
But we should tell our loved ones how important they are to us at every opportunity, as you never know how long they will be in your life, and you don’t want to live with regret.
I hope that whatever you did on Valentine’s Day you take this column as a nudge to tell those significant people how much they mean to you, whether that’s lovers, friends, family, colleagues or anyone who makes a positive difference to your life. Never create a new regret! Until next week, Kev