Today was a long day of waiting.
First of all, I woke up way too early and was lying in bed waiting for the numbers on the clock to tell me I could get up. Finally, I gave up on them and just got up. 4:30 am.
Then, though I knew that I did not need to arrive at the hospital before my aunt at 10 am, that time between waking and going seemed such an in between unproductive sort of time. Oh, I guess I did get things done. Suitcase is still open on the bed for the trip to Charlottetown tomorrow partly packed at least. In my rush to not be late, I arrived at the hospital a good 20 minutes before my aunt so had to wait till the ambulance brought her. Then the real wait began. It was very quiet. Aunty was medicated and pretty much out of it. Her bedside tray able became my computer desk and I began my essay.
What a time to delve into the Chalcedonian definition. Sitting beside a frail, failing human body that holds such a sweet person and not being able to avoid wondering at God’s choice to become fully human like us. This is probably bordering on blasphemy but I wondered what would have happened if Jesus had become old. Then I remembered the older woman all stooped and crippled that he healed and the woman with the haemorrhage – and then I realized that Jesus did not have the time to grow old but still he knew all the pain we suffer with age.
They took Auntie in before my thoughts got way too too far off topic and I took a break and went home for a few hours. Unless a person wants to watch 3 hours of TV, there is not much to do in a day surgery waiting room.
Surgery seems to have gone well. My prayers for my aunt are that the pain she was having is reduced by the procedure. It is hard to see her in such pain on one hand or too medicated to communicate on the other.
The final waiting process – for healing – real healing, is likely still a ways into the future. She is as tough and stubborn as any Dice.