Wake up Saturday morning and the house is strangely quiet. I've slept very well for a change, it's now 10am there should be noise. The radio is always on. Then I realise. The radio is on. Yesterday I had muffled hearing and ringing in the ears. This morning I am almost deaf. I have been warned that this may happen and will be temporary, although there may be a little bit of permanent damage. I clear my throat. No the voice isn't back yet.
So where is my husband? I have no idea as I can't hear much or shout out to him. But I know he's about somewhere, he wouldn't leave me Home Alone. I look out the window. Oh there he is. Pruning the rose bushes with an electrical hedge trimmer. He has become a keen gardener since my cancer. Unfortunately the enthusiasm lies mainly with equipment and less with things like weeding. We seem to have acquired a few items lately, I have previously been too tired to care what has been going on. I'm a bit more awake today.
I tap frantically on the bedroom window. He looks up and waves cheerily. He seems in a good mood today. I recall a conversation a few days ago when I had some voice. He made an enquiry about the roses. I 'm sure I did say just leave them dear, they need pruning in a special way, I will deal with them when I am better. I know, he is being thoughtful and helpful.
This afternoon I am taken out into the garden to see something that is concerning him. It's a shrub with a few thousand blackfly swarming all over it. It does not look well. I point out the bug spray in the garage. Or perhaps it just needs the hedge trimmer.
Husband is more cheerful tonight than I have seen him in ages. I am very pleased. I suspect it has something to do with something he has seen on the internet that he would like to buy. It'll be really useful apparently. It's a super duper state of the art hedge trimmer.
