It’s day three of my cold and I feel physically wretched. You can tell I am a man: I log the duration in days of my ailments as if they were of national historic significance! But it only makes me admire my wife more and more. In the last two months she has physically endured so much that the mighty man-cold looks even more pathetic than it does when Annie is in full health. All the same, I do feel very sick and a bit sorry for myself.
Yesterday evening Mom Ruth (Annie’s Mom) came back up to Worcester to spend a few days with us and she does come at a really helpful time. Added to that blessing, the women at Manor Park launched an evening-meal rota for us yesterday, kicking off with a wonderful meal from our dear sister Patricia. For the record, the sticky toffee pudding made Nigella’s look like a hot fig-roll (‘fig newton’ for our US readers). Today Julie and Rosie arrived with our second evening meal of the week and it smells lush and encourages me to finish this daily blog entry quickly so that I can eat!
Last night wasn’t an easy night for sleep. Over the past weekend, Annie’s coughing fits have returned with renewed vigour and tenacity. I spent half an hour rubbing her back and singing as many Mission Praise classics as I could recall!
Ascribe greatness to our God the Rock, His work is perfect and all His ways are just…a God of faithfulness and without injustice, good and upright is He!
Majesty, worship His majesty, unto Jesus, be glory honour and praise; Majesty, Kingdom authority, flows from His throne, unto His own, His anthem raise!
But all through the night the coughing continued almost every hour until morning when she was released to catch up on some sleep.
Our contact nurse from St. Richard’s Hospice visited us this afternoon to talk more about palliative care options to help control the pain and the coughing. We will hope to hear more this week. Meanwhile, we do value your prayers for sleep!
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