Sorry
I haven’t written lately…
I
sound like the old Auntie who only calls or sends a short note (does anyone
send a short note anymore?) once or twice a year. No real excuse except for
that old chestnut- I’ve been busy.
I
have been.
Outdoor
things like Gardening, bike-riding and just plain loafing.
Getting
Sadie Flynn in order for the premier on the Gravenhurst Opera House stage at
the end of August has been a trial at times. If you think that Attila the Hun
was just a figment of historical imagination, let me tell you Attila lives! I’m
not going into detail now- but YOW!
At
a later date, I’ll tell you the entire story- like in late September…or maybe
never. Some folks just shouldn’t get up in the morning and be around people- ever!
No,
the reason for this blog is none of the above. You see, Auntie Rob was reading
in the paper about a local lady who was involved in a car accident a few weeks
ago. After recuperating at a Toronto Hospital- Sunnybrook, she is home and
lucky to still be on this earth. The paper had interviewed her spouse. He tells
the reporter that “as a Christian Man” he would be remiss not to thank God that
his wife is on the mend. Sounds a little “Baptist-like” to me.
Now,
this story hits home because it just so happens that Tom- my husband- and I
have been going through a similar experience at this same Toronto Hospital-
Sunnybrook, down there on Bayview Avenue in Toronto. Tom’s Dad- my
Father-in-law, was admitted early Tuesday morning after falling in his apartment
and lying on his bathroom floor for 13 hours until help arrived. “Dad” doesn’t really
accept that title even though as next of kin I had to be there at the hospital
earlier this week to meet doctors and specialists regarding his care. A “do not
resuscitate” paper had to be signed- it was very emotional moment.
I
am not sure why I got a little emotional, since this man has regarded me as a “gold
digger” for most of the 28 years I have been partnered with his son- my legal
husband. I told him he was legally my Father-in-law as he lay there in his
hospital bed. My goodness, “the look” I got from him as a specialist stood next
to his bed wondering if I was the “son”.
Nope
the husband, I told her and have been for 28 years!
Anyhoo…
This
hospital was fantastic! I spent a morning, afternoon and evening there this
week and saw what these amazing people do and that included every staff member
from custodial folks to the most experienced of nurses, doctors and specialists.
It’s such a positive place- even with all the illness about. It is a hospital
after all and one would expect to see people who are unwell for a variety of
reasons.
So
reading this newspaper story and thanking God irked me.
No
mention of the Doctors and Nurses who looked after his wife.
No
acknowledgment.
No
thanks.
God
did it all.
Thank
you Jesus!
I
got to thinking what if they had plopped this lady down on the front steps of
Sunnybrook and let God take over. You know, swoop her up into his/her/its
omnipresent bosom and make the bones mend and the bleeding stop. To read his
account that is what happened.
Poppycock
and balderdash!
Hocus-pocus!
Although,
apparently no surgery was required, there had to be some input from the medial
team at Sunnybrook or he might just as well have thrown her on a park bench
down at Couchiching Beach Park and waited for a miracle.
I
thought it unforgiveable that there was no mention of the help she really
received in human form- not from some supernatural bit of jabberwocky from an
all knowing, love-ya-to-bits being who resides up there in Heaven or as the
Mormons believe at the very least- on his/her/its very own planet.
It’s
all smoke and mirrors kids but if it turns your religious crank, who am I to
argue? I don’t believe there’s a personal saviour who sits on some throne up
there in the clouds just waiting to welcome me home after my last breath on earth.
Thus
ended the lesson for today…
Hugs
and a cheek tweak from your old “Auntie”.
