Safely settled.

Sunday afternoon.  Back on the 16th floor of NYU Medical Center….

Rob began running a fever yesterday afternoon, and so we knew we had to get down to NYU ER right away.  Rob was extra tired, completely wiped out, but time was a-wastin’, and we had to go!

Thankfully, we didn’t have to wait long before he was taken back to a curtained cubicle where he was started on IV antibiotics and hydration.  After a while, he was admitted — and because he is neutropenic (very low white counts), he was placed in a room with no roommate (same situation as occurred in early January).  He has a large corner room with a good view — and yes, he asked and was able to receive the large flat screen TV again!  It was not available until today, but it’s great for him to have it, and makes it much easier for us all to watch golf, the TX Rangers, whatever, together…. if he’s still here tomorrow night, it will surely be easier to watch the NCAA finals on that large screen!

Jim left this afternoon for business — he’ll be gone a week.  I’m so glad that Lee Anne is still here as she is really good at giving moral support.

I know I’ve written about this before, so I hope you will bear with me…. the memories of one year ago are once again taking my brain by storm.  It was this time, last year:  Easter Sunday morning (April 4th), my mother called from her nursing home bed, desperately wanting to get over to see my dad.  He was mostly sleeping by then, not eating or drinking, not opening his eyes or talking — but the nurses encouraged us to continue to talk to him, certain that he was hearing us.  I do believe he was.  Anyway, some amazing details came together which enabled my mother to be brought over via transport vehicle so that she could be at my dad’s bedside.  It was such a sweet time for the two of them — but it was also bittersweet.  My mother later second-guessed herself, thinking she didn’t say enough to him, or that maybe he did not hear her, and she wished she had talked more….. she and I often talked about that over the summer months that followed.  I’m not saying that she didn’t realize the import of the moment, because she did.  But, often we can fail to realize it, or if we do, then it can be frustrating to know that we can’t make it last forever.  The whole this-life-is-fleeting idea is hard to grasp, but we know in our hearts that it is.  We are all “on the clock” — so, with that in mind, living life with the idea of not regretting it later is one way to keep our priorities straight.  And, God in his mercy has allowed us to be in relationship with Him!  He cradles us in His loving arms and holds us close.  I need seek for security no further than there!

Psalm 8: 3-8:  When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers — the moon and the stars you set in place — what are mere mortals that you should think about them, human beings that you should care for them? Yet you made them only a little lower than God and crowned them with glory and honor. You gave them charge of everything you made, putting all things under their authority — the flocks and the herds and all the wild animals, the birds in the sky, the fish in the sea, and everything that swims the ocean currents.

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3 Responses to Safely settled.

  1. Jane Brown says:

    Thinking of you and hope Rob will be stronger now he is in the hospital and receiving the best care. Your message is so dear in your blog..last year I never had a chance to talk to you about your last days with your father and then so quickly with your mother. Your faith is an inspiration to all of us! Lifting positive thoughts and prayers up for all of you from your Texas friend. Love ya

  2. Peggy Guthrie says:

    As always, beautifully written. Love to you all….

  3. peggy Redfern says:

    I remember April 4th last year. I took an Easter lily to Aunt Wilma. I was walking
    in the front door and heard someone yell “Peggy!” It was Aunt Wilma’s nurse, Melli,
    calling to me from the ambulance/transport truck. She was going to see Uncle Rob.

    When I think about her talking to him so tenderly, my eyes fill with tears. She was so
    brave and strong to do that. She faced his final hours like he did, with dignity and love.

    You’re so much like them, Roslyn.

    Keep up the good work. Love, Peggy

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