Sometimes are lives become over complicated, extremely busy and we forget what should be important to us. We overlook situations and relationships that should take first place in our lives. The past few weeks have been very busy and we have had to prioritse what we can and can’t do.
While we were in London we had news that Best Man had been rushed into hospital. He had had a fall in the bathroom of his friend’s in Rochester and taken to Medway Hospital. The fall had been caused by a bleed in his brain and had caused him too collapse. He was the then moved to Kings’ Hospital and has now been brought down to our local hospital.
Though is what 2 weeks ago that this happened, it wasn’t until last night that we were able to get to see him. Now I hate hospitals, I spent to much time in them was I was young, and would have loved to put off a visit but knew that this couldn’t be done – I’d only regret it afterwards.
In some ways it was good to see him and in others it was upsetting. He is currently paralised down his left side and has now movement there whatsover. His eyesight is a little shot, I gather that things are a blur for him and that he has trouble distinguishing items. However is brain is as lively as ever; this is a very good sign as words are both his love and his livelihood.
As much as I hate seeing anyone like this I’m just happy that he is able to think fairly clearly. though he does have some short term memory problems. I know that he has no faith of his own but pray that God will be there to provide him with strength, encouragment and healing.
In the door of his cupboard was a New Testament and Psalms. I pointed out the irony of this in the room of an aethisist. This was greeted by the response: “I’d love a New Testament Massage now!”