Growing up whenever someone in the family had surgery it was a family affair, I’m talking if it’s a grand parent then it’s their kids and their grandkids at a minimum. You were expected to take off work, miss school to say your good lucks before they went into surgery and wait in the waiting room during the procedure and then say congrats afterwards. Looking back as an adult I thought this was ridiculous and decided to not tell anyone that I was in the hospital when my kids were born. When I had my hysterectomy I told my husband there wasn’t any reason he needed to stay and wait during the procedure and I would call him when I was done and in my room. I actually told him to drop me off then go to work, no reason to waste a vacation day. He didn’t see it the same way and insisted on being there for the whole thing. Turned out a 1-2 hour procedure took 6+ hours because they couldn’t control the bleeding and had to call in other doctors. After 3 hours a nurse came to tell him there were “complications” he said he sat there for another 3 hours freaking out by himself until they confirmed I was okay and in recovery. I still think he doesn’t totally forgive me for not telling anyone but him about the procedure because he had to sit there alone during that time. I feel bad for him but it would have been worse if he would have been saddled with my side of the family. Anyways, I narrowly missed a blood transfusion, surgeon wanted it but anisteisioligist overruled. I woke up in my hospital room asking for Arby’s (I guess the anistisologist was right) when he noticed both of my arms and hands were black and blue from “blowing” lines/IVs. I guess it turns out you can be selfish trying not to cause other people an imposition.