I am exhausted.
What started as a lovely Sunday turned into a harrowing experience.
My daughter-in-law left church shortly after the opening prayers. She was not feeling well.
After a short while, my son went to check on her.
When neither returned, I started crying. I sobbed so much that I could not take communion. All of my fear and worry about my daughter-in-law’s cancer overtook me.
I blew my nose, put on my sunglasses and left by a side door.
I went to the nursery to collect my 14-month old granddaughter. I wanted to see her sweet little face and hear her laugh. I was not disappointed. Such an innocent baby unaware of the drama swirling about in her parents’ lives.
My son came into the nursery shortly after me and informed me that he had taken his sick wife home earlier.
A Visit to the Emergency Room
Soon, she was on her way to the emergency room. After several hours, she is home and resting.
We don’t know the cause of today’s visit to the ER.
We do know that her immune system is compromised from her cancer treatment.
She has two appointments this week with her cancer specialists to evaluate her progress.
We have such high hopes.
Rest for the weary
I am the linchpin caring for the baby and tending the home front while my son attends his sick wife.
The baby is asleep. Her mother is resting. My son is grading papers and preparing for work on Monday.
The house is quiet.
A quick prayer and time for bed. I am so tired and need to sleep.
“O Lord, support us all the day long, until the shadows lengthen, and the evening comes, and the busy world is hushed, and the fever of life is over, and our work is done. Then in your mercy, grant us a safe lodging, and a holy rest, and peace at the last. Amen.”(BCP)
(BCP is the Book of Common Prayer used in the Anglican/Episcopal Church)