Three days after my surgery, when I was still recovering and moving slowly, I walked into the kitchen and noticed something taped to the refrigerator. At first, I thought it was a grocery list — until I saw the title written in my husband Daniel’s handwriting: “Expenses of Taking Care of You.” My heart sank as I read the list — each act of kindness he’d done during my recovery had been turned into a dollar amount. Every meal, every drive, even “emotional support.” At the bottom was the total: $2,105. I couldn’t believe the man I had shared my life with had reduced care into an invoice.