I wasn’t planning on writing a post today. In fact, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to! This isn’t an illuminating or entertaining post, and it’s not about books and so on. It’s more personal, to a point.
Yesterday started off badly and went rapidly downhill. It culminated in something that put the vast majority of the rest into context. My father, like me, hates telephones – especially talking on them! Yesterday evening, he ‘phoned us. My blood ran cold and I felt as if somebody or something was crushing my chest and heart simultaneously. Neither I nor Jenny can recall the last time he rang! It has to be decades ago. It transpired that my eldest sister (the matriarch of the family, now) was rushed into hospital in the early hours of the morning. Now, she cares for a severely disabled husband who is several times her size (she’s tiny) and my father who is in his 80s, has vision impairment and is infirm. There has been a tendency for her to be seen as ‘the rock’, but let’s be honest about things! She’s not the strongest person physically, she’s not young by any measure, and nobody is that strong. What’s gotten her through everything is her ability to out-stubborn anybody and anything!
Obviously, things are very uncertain. The hospital have done their tests and kept my sister in overnight, with promises to provide answers from the test results. We’ll see.
In the meantime, what I post, when and so on is all subject to how things progress. I would like to thank everybody who has already given me their support and understanding!