Sundays lately have been a bit bizarre but we have to power thru

Home tonight and for now the house is quiet; it's just me and Delilah but I do expect Wendy home any minute.  Since the events of June 2nd and the beginning of Wendy's mom latest health scare, among many health scares since 2010, not much is normal and Sundays have become a bit bizarre.  Wendy has been more than valiant, in fact perhaps a little over the top in her long vigils at the hospital.  For most of these past 37 days, Wendy's life has been turmoil.  For most of the Sundays she has managed to make it to Mass and I was able, for the most part, to maintain a pretty normal Deacon schedule, 2 masses every weekend if not three and the always present Baptisms.  For the past two Sundays though the turmoil is more intense, not because Lynn is not improving, but because of the foolishness the family has to deal with.  More on that later.  So for the last two Sundays I have had the good fortune of our retired Deacon, Frans, help me out so I only have had to be present for one Mass.  It's been easiest for me to take the last Mass of the weekend, Sunday at 6 pm(I'm pretty much always at this Mass) and that includes a Holy Hour at 5 with Benediction at 5:45.

So last Sunday Frans and Deacon Mark had me covered, this weekend Frans took two Masses, thank you Frans, and I spent the entire morning doing everything Wendy has not been able to do for a variety of reasons.  I cut the grass, washed clothes, swept up, empty the dishwasher, cut more grass, folded clothes, you get the drift.  Heck yesterday I wound up at the grocery store and most of you should know that is the bane of my existence.

The tension and pressure of this particular illness is both the length and the intensity which only began to ease a few days ago.  Complicated everything today is the insistence by the hospital that she needs to go; they actually want to discharge her tomorrow.  I don't know what they see, because she is incredibly weak, cannot walk, cant do much for herself, if you get my drift, and because of the classic not enough insurance dilemma facing so many in our country, she has only 8-9 days left of rehabilitation.  The good news for now, she can go to the rehab facility where she was recently, before she became so chronically ill.  But the days are limited and the family crisis becomes what to do once the insurance runs out, especially if she remains incredibly weak.

So we hurry up and wait and wonder what the heck tomorrow and this week brings.  How many more unexpected twists and turns.  And through this all I must remember that I am husband first and my main concern is Wendy's physical condition; her overall health, during this long ordeal.  She has missed some rehab, a medical procedure or two and probably some medicines.  Not to mention a lack of sleep, an unpredictable schedule and lots and lots of pressure, stress.

The next 8-10 days can be life changing for all of us, including Wendy's mom and me and Wendy too.  These times call for patience(I struggle with that), logic(Wendy struggles with that) and lots of prayers, kind words and total trust in God's will.

Sundays have indeed been bizarre, in fact everyday since June 2nd has been bizarre.  Constant though has been God's love for us and that is the promise and the hope we must cling to!