No Rest for the Weary

I think I’ve royally screwed my sleep schedule, but it’s worth it.

I’ll take that back: I know I’ve screwed my sleep schedule, and I know that it’s worth it, so I really don’t mind.

My maternal grandmother has had a rough month or so. She had to have colon surgery at the end of March. She was home for a couple days after being discharged, but she wasn’t eating well and was dehydrated, so she was readmitted to the hospital and then discharged to a local convalescent home to recuperate. All seemed to be going well, and I was pretty cool with everything.

Tuesday morning, she had a 40-minute seizure.

She was in ICU until noon or so on Saturday, when she was transferred to a regular room. Mom and I [and maybe Dad, although I can’t remember him being in there] spoke with the neurologist, who basically said, “Who knows?” I understand that to be the case, but … when it’s family, that’s not an answer you want to know. We want definites, even if those definites are bad.

The lady who has been staying with my grandmother for the last few months had planned on taking some time to visit family in Maryland, which she sorely needed to do. Josie’s been a God-send, and it was easy to let her go. This did put us in need of having someone to stay with my grandmother, though. I thought about it for a few minutes, and then offered to stay from whenever the friend Josie had called to help Mom out needed to leave on Saturday until 5:00 or 6:00 Sunday morning, when I needed to hop in the truck and get back to Huntsville to teach Sunday school.

As it turned out, I was with her for 12 hours, and that was good, even though it was hard. That’s really all that I can say about it. No matter if she progresses from here or doesn’t, I’ll forever remember that entire time, even if part of that includes watching the Canucks and Flames go to 3OT.

Words aren’t remembered, but presence is, a good friend once told me. I don’t know whether she knew that it was me that was there, and I may never know in this world; but I can’t help but think that she will know in the long run.


  1. thats very true about your presence being remembered and not necessarily your words.. I tell the other deacons at church all the time.. that a ministry of presence is the most important one they have.. whether it be at the hospital.. or church.. or wherever…

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