We picked up some flowers...and made our way to the third floor room of a hospital that has become very familiar to us this past year. My sister-in-law was exactly where we thought she would be...there's not much running around right after surgery. After exhausting all other options, she now has a feeding tube...and her meals from now on and forevermore will come from a can. Even those foods I am not all that fond of...suddenly look very appealing! She has yet to find out how many hours each day she will need to be connected to her feeding equipment. Does that sound like an exciting adventure? I think not! But she was cheerful...and thinks that her feeding tube might just give her a new lease on life.
We left the hospital and stopped at Tim Horton's to pick up some coffee and goodies...to take along to our next stop...the dialysis centre nearby. We have a good friend who hangs out there every single Friday night...for four or five hours...and doesn't mind a few visitors to help wile the time away. Oh...and he's there every Wednesday night...and every Monday night as well. He also holds down a day job...so life becomes a routine of work and dialysis. We had coffee together...and chatted...and checked out his regimen.
We drove home late Friday evening...in the pouring rain...quite thankful to be free to eat what we wanted...and to know our blood was being cleaned miraculously without any effort on our part. I guess we should not take those things for granted. We were also reminded once again how blessed we are to live in a time and place where medical help is available and affordable.
It was a sobering Friday night on the town...and made us think about some of the things that matter most in life. Things like family, friends, food and faith.