It used to amuse me a little when people joked at how women forget the pain of childbirth. How could you forget something that seems to be so acute and noisy?
I’m beginning to understand. I’m trying to remember what it was like last time I had SIRs inserted into my liver. The initial pain at the time of the procedure and immediately after seemed to be different, but was it? Now, ten days later I am finding it is an up-and-down journey between good days and days of pain and lethargy. I can’t remember if I had this last time but my long-suffering wife remembers me assuring myself last time that the pain meant the radioactivity was working. I hope that’s the case again.
But what a week to have a ‘downer’! Yesterday Bronwen had a colonoscopy and I could hardly hold my head up enough to drive a vehicle. After I fetched her home I went straight to bed – I was the cot-case! From Thursday we are looking after the children while Becky goes into hospital to have her gall-bladder removed! And then next week, more chemo for me. Oh joy unbounded!
In the final analysis, whatever the day brings, one just has to do what has to be done and know that ‘as our day, so shall our strength be’.
I like what an old preacher said when he was asked what was his favourite verse. He said, “And it came to pass …” It didn’t come to stay, it came to pass!