The first month, not much changed. I was starting to lose hope. The company said it could take 6–8 weeks for the tissues to regenerate, so we stuck with it.
Around week six, I noticed something small. We were watching a movie, and she leaned her head on my shoulder. She hadn't done that in years. I didn't say anything. I just held my breath.
A week later, she grabbed my hand while we were walking the dog.
Then, one Tuesday night, it happened. We were getting into bed, and she turned to me — with that look in her eyes I hadn't seen in forever — and she initiated. For the first time in three years.
I almost cried.
It wasn't just the sex. It was everything. The pain was gone. The dryness was gone. But most importantly, the fear was gone. She was back. My wife was back.