Of the many, one of the more difficult moments of the pandemic for me was when standing in the lobby of a medical facility, I was told that my wife couldn’t go into the doctor’s office with me. It was my first meeting with my new surgeon — who would soon be removing cancer cells from my body — and I panicked on the inside: how could I do this without my wife? I wouldn’t think of all the right questions! I wouldn’t be able to hear and process everything the surgeon was saying! I needed someone there whose body wasn’t going to be scarred and altered! I needed someone to be my advocate!
I wasn’t prepared to go it alone.