I’m extraordinarily patient provided I get my own way in the end. – Margaret Thatcher
Sometimes I’ve wondered if me being sick is harder on other people than on me.
Think about it: have you ever felt it harder to watch someone go through something hard, than to go through that thing yourself?
Six years ago next Monday, I was on my hands-and-knees in the tiniest labour room at MSA General Hospital, wondering what on earth is happening to me and when in the world it would be over, and through the haze of nitrous oxide, I heard my doctor tell my husband that maybe he should take a minute outside.
I giggled. It’s called laughing gas for a reason.
But I wasn’t that surprised that he found it harder to watch me be in pain than to be in pain himself.
It’s something I see a lot in my job. Maternal grandmas get overwhelmed at their daughter’s experience; concerned dads are shocked to realize they had no idea what women went through to do this. Read more