He's a good husband. He's a great dad. He works hard and does things to make the world a better place.
Now, he's learning what it means to be a care giver.
His wife is clawing her way back from a very tough battle with breast cancer. They have gone through what so many others have and are facing. There's been surgery, grueling chemo therapy and radiation that used-up whatever energy was left in her body.
He's been there for her and for their kids, but it's been a struggle. Some days she's wanted him to be there. I mean right there to provide support, from ice chips to control the nausea to the strong arm that anchors her as she walks the halls at home. Other days, she prefers just being left alone. It's confusing to him. Is he doing enough? Is he doing the right thing?
I've tried to tell him that care giving is not a science. Each care giver is born out of necessity and it happens in a heartbeat, so there is no preparation time. AND, the most important part...there is no perfect care giver.
He's managing now...there have been hard days where I know he's scratched his head and wondered if he will get through this.
He just needs to be the best he can be.