I answered questions and reminded her to use the breathing device to clear her lungs. I texted her out-of-town children with regular updates, and took copious notes when the doctors spoke. That's what a Person does.
I was in the hospital for 11 days, and someone was always there with me. My job was to heal. Taking care of business was the responsibility of my Person.
And so, after early morning Pilates so that my body would be prepared for sitting on vaguely comfortable furniture, I drove through the driving rain, left the car with the Valet Parking/Free people, and settled in.
I left at 5, when another Person arrived. There were many hugs and many thanks and much love in that room. Lady Jane said it best:
There's nothing like girlfriends.