“Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.” – Henry Van Dyke
It’s been five weeks and eight days since my husband was first hospitalized and two weeks since he was flown by air ambulance to the big city. Time seems to have slowed considerably. I have no idea when he may be released, but I have come to accept the waiting and the not knowing. I am just happy he’s made some improvement, although he is still not well. And I am exceedingly grateful for my children and siblings who have been my anchor in the storm.
Hospital stays can be tedious for the patients, and also for their loved ones. I have been blessed to meet many lovely people who are here for similar reasons – here to support loved ones as they journey through serious, and sometimes terminal illnesses. People whom have given me the gift of support, and people I have supported in turn.
In this weird and surreal vortex I often have to ask what day it is – time has just lost all meaning. Yet, I am grateful for every minute, even those minutes when I am alone and wondering what to do with myself. (Which is what led me here to my blog.) I am grateful for the time I do get to spend with my husband – many do not have this luxury. Last night we had a “date night” in the hospital. I bought my supper in the cafeteria and brought it up to his room. Afterward we watched a movie on his tablet – dinner and a movie have never been so sweet.
Time – it really is such a precious commodity and while this situation has been fraught with worry and with stress, it has also been a period of great blessings. And I am grateful.