In a few hours the husband will have his follow-up appointment where heâ€™ll hopefully get the okay to return to work. The terror of the unknown, then the gut-wrenching fear of knowing his greatest chance of death or permanent disability came during the surgery he had to have, then the relief and the recoveryâ€”theyâ€™ve all begun to fade, letting life slide back into normal. Or not. Will life be normal again? Is there a new normal?
Remember the first time you saw Superman brought to his knees by Kryptonite? Yes, he prevailed. Heâ€™s Superman. But from that moment on, you were always waiting. Even as he kicked ass and took names, a part of you was waiting for that lurking Kryptonite.
How long before you stop looking for it? If Superman went long enough without being exposed to the neon green, would you forget it? Would you ever assume all of the Kryptonite-wielding evildoers have been banished to Belle Reve? Or do you always wait, knowing the second Superman lets his guard down, the Kryptonite will be there?