I feel guilty

Although G isn't in perfect health yet in any means, there is a lady here since November 2nd waiting on her husband to wake. The Monday morning we walked in the waiting room she sat with tears in her eyes, he was having a bad day, one of many. I didn't really speak to her much but of course Jacks did. He plopped himself down beside her and they chatted away, typical of him he had a smile on her face in a few hours. Shes watched day after day, family after family as they would progressed on to private rooms. We have, Jacks and I have been banished to the old waiting room with her again. G isn't doing so well on the removing of fluids so she is pretty swollen, they put the catheter back in. Her nerves are pretty well shot and our fidgets doesn't help matters much.
Today at three the lady has made the decision to let her husband go to surgery, I'm not sure exactly what his condition is but he has a a fifty fifty chance on survival. To have to make that kind of choice has to be nerve racking and one I hope I never have to make.
Speaking of Jacks, I don't know where he gets the power or input. Its like he goes into hyper drive to do whatever is needed. Right now he jumps up to walk G at her 4 am walk, she only wants him to help her and he doesn't mind getting up to be with her. He helps her get up from the chair and holds the walker, makes sure she has fresh ice water attached to it so when she stops for her break its there for her. When they return he puts his arm out for her support pulls up the leg on the chair and covers her up. Only for the fact that he dies at the sight of blood he would make a great nurse. Today after we were allowed to go back in the room – the rude nurses shift was over – he took her socks off and put lotion on her swollen ankle. Any woman that gets him will be lucky, she will be spoiled and those that had the chance to have him and lost have really lost out. I wish to be just as patient as him.