I have the best husband

So, on Halloween I had emergency surgery to remove an abcess caused by severe mastitis. About a week later at one of my follow ups, we had to remove some stitches from the incision because the skin was dying and it wouldn't heal correctly. This meant I would have to pack the open wound with gauze while it heal from the inside out. I had about a quarter sized hole roughly a half inch deep that I could not look at without getting queasy, let alone manage to take care of alone.

My husband stepped up. He talked to our friend who is a nurse to learn the best way to do it and not hurt me. He reassures me every time that it doesnt bother him. He tells me that he can officially say I am beautiful inside and out (this was a joke to get me to laugh).

I am struggling with him seeing something so ugly on me. I know it's going to scar, but I can live with a scar. It's the vulnerability of having a literal open wound on display twice a day. And all he does is reassure me that he still loves me, that he still thinks I am the most beautiful woman ever.

He really is the best husband ever. We've really tested that in sickness and in health the past month, and we are doing good.