Another Monday and we are still here, hopeful that this will be the week he gets his operation. The ward is busy today, new people post operation are needing care, the staff are rushing about and we sit in the middle wondering what will happen next.
The doctor arrives mid afternoon, with the results of this morning’s scan. The good news is there is nothing seriously wrong, the bad news is there is an underlying infection. This will mean a whole week of medicine before they will consider surgery again. The news sinks in, we are looking at at least another three weeks in hospital, maybe more. It feels a bit daunting. The doctor answers our many questions and then takes his leave. It is hard to think is going to be a long time til we get him home, we are both a bit quiet.
We decide to escape the ward and head down to the cafe, the one run by volunteers, profits helping where ever they can. Tucked into his wheelchair, with carrot cake and tea we chat, it feels almost normal. We decide to make this a regular daily treat, a little bit of the usual amid the unusual. We shall look forward to this.
I have been thinking how this life has become so natural, it is surprising how at home I feel in this place. Familiar faces everywhere, from the nursing staff and doctors to the other visitors, all of us making the best of tricky situations.
I will be back later today, and am planning another excursion. There is a beautiful atrium in the hospital and we shall go and sit under the rainy skies and enjoy a change in environment for a while. Making the best of this is the best I can do. We are making memories, even if some won’t be remembered with affection. No day should be wasted, because in truth each day is all we have.