One Really Difficult Week-II

Wednesday night:

so Mr C SMSed me that first night and said pls not to worry.

HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?

they had him admitted straightaway and they were testing him into the night... till about 11ish. what was wrong???


Thursday:

did some work at home... then watched "Heroes". i had refrained from asking where he was as Mrs C didn't want him to be disturbed. but then later in the afternoon, i think she called to update or something, can't remember, it's all fuzzy now. so then i asked if it's ok for us to visit and she generously said, "sure!" she's a great woman. gosh, so gorgeous. i think most of us girls are so taken by her, haha.

who's the luckier one? Mr C for having such a beautiful wife (not just pretty, beautiful too) or Mrs C for having such a loyal and loving husband? God is great.

so later in the afternoon, ruby-doo picked me and trix up (who was on MC cos she had her wisdom tooth removed) and we trooped down to Mt A. was scary.

i popped my head around the drawn curtains and there he was looking OLD, hugging lil Ellie as they watched TV. he didn't look like he was dying but he certainly looked EXHAUSTED AND OLD. it's not easy to see a friend who's ALWAYS passionate about practically everything, who goes around the day smiling and laughing, or getting angry and affected, who allows himself to go through the full range of emotions, who is often times, boisterous even... you can always hear his voice in church before you see him and it always makes people laugh because he's just funny and LOUD and passionate... and helps us to locate him... haha, well, it's not easy when he's suddenly quiet and worn out and old...

oh yes, i remember now. Mrs C's update was to say that he's ok except that he's really tired.

well, he was having a fever. and the doctors didn't know what was wrong. the not-knowing bit sucks cos imaginations run wild. well, we hung out and chatted. he was really tired.

it's like, when he's running, he's running strong but the moment he slows down, he just collapses in on himself.

and there was RCIA at night. it was so difficult to be there and smile and smile and pretend that he was just not feeling well so taking a break. i am quite sure some are alarmed. Mr C NEVER takes a break.

(*this whole entry on Thursday is made only on Fri, 30/04/07 as i'm reading my own blog. i had not remembered the events well at all).


Friday morning:

went for morning Mass. haha. actually was really lazy to when the alarm rang but my mind was alert even as i had DECIDED NOT TO GO for mass. had forgotten i had set a second alarm for myself the night before, when i was DETERMINED TO GO for mass. cos i had thought of going for mass but was too tired to, consumed by worry and fear. but when i read the reflection for the next day (Thurs), it was all about how the body of Christ would give us strength and how it is especially when we are wandering from God that we need this strength. that was when i decided to. so when that second alarm rang, i got up and decided to go.

was really nice. i was wide awake and my mind was clear... i was very sharp and alert. i knelt at the chapel at Holy Spirit and i looked at the crucifix. the same crucifix in that same chapel i had reconciled with God about my issues with Death through the Sojourners retreat. i said to God really humbly, down on my knees and just wanting to crawl to Him, "Lord, i reconciled this with you here in this chapel... you had assured me that my fears were just that - fears. so please help me to surrender my fear to you... and trust that you will take care of everything according to your will."

i left feeling a lot of peace. and assurance.

then i had to lie to the few fellow journeyers i met at mass as Mrs C had requested that i not inform everyone as knowing RCIA, people will flock to his bedside and he wouldn't be able to rest.

it's ok. i can do that for the Cs.

it was just hospital visit after hospital visit then. he was better on Friday but his spirit was sinking.


Friday evening:

Hainan-Boy made a really nice card for Mr C with the photos i passed to him. they've known each other for years too. we bought Man-U magazines, sushi, beancurd (all healthy food) and had a nice dinner with him in hospital. we basically threw a 'party' just to bring up his spirit.


Saturday:

he was much, much, MUCH BETTER.

also i want to add, i knew it because when i woke up on Saturday morning, i actually felt well-rested for the first time this week.

+++++

Sunday:

i woke up feeling even calmer and more alive than yesterday. Praise the Lord, the storm clouds are clearing.

Mr C was discharged today. with nothing more than just a diagnosis of bronchitis. it was his stomach that brought him to the hospital, that led them to check on his lungs (he had been ill and coughing so badly for more than a month). God is amazing indeed.