Love Conquers All

Who knew just shy of 2 years from my daughter being in the hospital, my husband would be. This time it is just as unexpected as it was then. Id like to say this is easier but no its not. 
When Covid got to the point where we had to wear masks at work, my husbands tongue swelled up. He went to Urgent Care where they prescribed him antibiotics. It got worse within hours so I took him to the ER. He was admitted to the hospital. Spent 4 days there. Still believing it was an infection they sent him home with antibiotics and steroids. A day after finishing the meds his tongue began to swell again. Problems with referral to follow up with ENT postponed further treatment. Once he was seen by an ENT he was given 3 shots of steroids into his tongue. Following up 10 days later lead to a biopsy. The biopsy came back as cancer. During the time of preparing for what was to come my husband lost his job. That added stress to his already stress. For me I think it was actually a way of removing some of his stress so as to being able to concentrate on what was important. Doesnt matter considering thats the least of our worries at that point. Fast forward to now. On Tues my husband had 50% of his tongue removed. A piece was taken from his arm to be used in reconstructive surgery. And a skin graph from his leg was used for his arm. All lymph nodes on the right side were removed as well. That incision runs from his ear to his chin like a big U. Today he was taken back into the operating room due to the swelling in his neck. I spent 8 hours at the hospital today. I would never leave but we have kids who need me too. My husband has a long road of recovery ahead of him. Besides the healing of his body he will also need to relearn how to use his tongue. How to eat. And how to speak. As if thats not enough, he is so worried about our daughter. What she will think. How scared she might be. This is all so hard. Im trying to balance everything the best I can but I am not above asking for help. Im supposed to be at work in 4 hours. I just cant. I mean I can but I cant. If that makes sense. I need your help. Just as I did with my daughter. I just need your help so I can take time off of work in order to concentrate on my husbands recovery and my childrens well being. The hospitals bills we will figure out later. For now it's just about me being able to take care of them. Please family and friends if you can, please help me do this. I thank you with my whole heart. And as always, I promise to one day pay it forward!