Who would have thought we’d be spending New Year’s Day (2025) in . . . first, the Emergency Room, and then before midnight, the hospital room with a view?
It’s January 13, and we are still here.
The reason we rushed Tony to the hospital three times in 2018, six years ago, is the same reason he is here today: breathing difficulty.
This room is called a “suite” in hospital (not hotel) parlance. Its floor-to-ceiling window/facade allows us to watch the traffic below, the school where I teach and some establishments at eye level, and the sky above.
I dont know for how long our stay would be. People are like machines. The wear and tear caused by age is a natural phenomenon. Yet when a breakdown happens, we are never prepared.
But grace flows daily. The nurses, doctors, orderlies, and other staff are caring, solicitous and, I think, consider us family. Otherwise, why would they call Tony Daddy and me, Mommy?
Although guests are not allowed, it feels like our faith brethren, friends, and famiily are here with us through encouraging messages, notes, goodies. We are showered with and joined in prayers from all corners.
Son #3 and I alternate as watchers as night. Son #1 help with purchases. Son #2 with my daughter-in-love and grandson make video calls. I have created a group chat where all 3 sons are alerted every step of the way.
A God-sent gift through CSM Publishing is the writing of my next book, a devoseries for children, due at the end of February, for launching in September. It keeps my mind off unwanted thoughts. My computer therefore tags along with me when I go home and come back to the hospital.
How are we doing? Let me echo Apostle Paul in Romans 8:18, “For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.”
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