In the morning, she wakes up with a headache and at night she goes to bed with a headache. She’s been living with this condition for what seems like forever. Yet, she doesn’t complain. Instead she makes sure that our home is ready for me when I return from the hospital. She makes sure that all of my needs are taken care of. All meals….all meds….I’m covered. But when I see her lay her head down on the pillow, her eyelids half open….I can see the pain of the day written across her face. Yet she doesn’t complain. This is not her time to complain. She’s got a job to do and she is doing it. I promised her that I would be a good patient, when really, I should have promised that I would take better care of her. My wife Colleen.