I have referred to the SWMBO’s parents with humor in the past and hope to do so for a long time to come.
Today Marion, the octogenaria, called and asked to be taken to her Dr’s for a follow-up on an MRI done yesterday. We were greeted by an ashen faced young doctor that’s lack of eye contact revealed his lack of preparation for this conversation.
John, the octogenaro, suffering from dementia, was for a moment able to grasp the gravity of the situation. He was to be envied as that moment slipped away and he faced the world afresh.
New doctors were met. Doctors with warm hand shakes, comforting smiles and caring eyes; they’d had many of these consultations and they cared in a distant sort of way.
Test were started, more scheduled and the process begins.
Cynthia, the SWMBO, the only child in residence, faces monumental tasks, beginning with waking each day and living. There will be a time when she falls apart, shattered like a jig saw puzzle and that’s part of the process. To find a little time in the day to put a piece in place, to understand the picture, the person, you are and each day you have a little more to offer.
I’ve been broken, damaged many times, lost most of , I asthe pieces of the this puzzle, I only seem to be strong…I only cry over happy endings.
For those that read this I ask for your prayers for Marion, John, Cynthia and all the people whose puzzles need attention.
peace out, mw