So the husband has deployed ‘indefinitely’ on Op GRITSTOCK.
What is Op GRITSTOCK? Well – it’s the UK’s response to the EBOLA crisis in West Africa. Clearly, when I first found out – I had a cry… My doctor friend explained the disease to me – and the risks. Hubby has reassured me that he won’t be taking any risks, yet this week I know he has travelled to Liberia, Sierra Leone to see an Ebola treatment centre, Guinea and back to Ghana. Last time he went away for 6 months to Afghanistan, he told he wouldn’t take any risks, but recently I found out he was shot at and he’s never told me the story…so I’m not so sure he’s not keeping out of danger. Especially, as every day passes, more and more cases of ‘westerners’ being affected and infected hit the media – though why an American freelance video cameraman is more newsworthy that the thousands of Africans currently dying from the disease is somewhat distasteful.
I know that my husband has every reason to come home – us. I know that he is the best person to do the job he’s currently assigned. I know that if the United Nations fails in its mission to support those in need, then the risk of epidemic and the global knock on effects are substantial. I know it’s right for humanity for him to be doing this.
But away indefinitely means our house moving efforts are on hold, and continued mother living in our dining room. It means I’ve postponed his 50th birthday party. It means that I’ve just booked to take our son away for his birthday and planning for hubby to not be around.
And yet, when he face timed tonight, he was confident he’d be home within the month…I’m not so sure. In fact I won’t allow myself to believe it until I know he’s on a flight home. Maybe its a defensive mechanism. Maybe its pragmatic. Maybe its just fear of disappointment. For me, it’s the best strategy.
After all, at home it’s gotta be Ops NORMAL!