This has been a challenging time for me in two regards. Obviously I have feared for his safety. In December I stumbled upon an article in National Geographic about how land mines actually scramble the brains of the soldiers there in addition to any obvious physical damage they do. So they're not only coming home missing limbs, they are coming home completely different people because of the damage done when the explosion caused their brains to rattle around in their skulls. I think I feared this more than death after I read it.
The second challenge was learning to live alone for the first time in my entire life. It took a lot of adjusting and I had to face some fears head on. Some I just got through on my own (it wasn't easy) and with others I got support. I had one friend sleep over once in a while and another friend generously offer if needed. So I knew that even though I was living alone, it was by choice. And that helped.
Now I face a reverse challenge. I have become accustomed to living alone and having all this space to myself. Up until now, consideration for the person I live with has always been a priority. I learned to live without that and suddenly discover what life was like doing anything I want at home. I prefer being considerate of other to living alone, that's an easy choice to make. But that doesn't mean that it won't be a bit jarring to switch from one back to the other. But the important thing is that he will be home alive and safe in 3 weeks. Let the celebrating ensue.