Today has been a rather too much for Jane. We made it to hospital for her appointment but the strain was enormous. The consultant we saw was, in common with the other health professionals we now deal with, incredibly sensitive, respectful and very gentle. They are wonderfully caring and will do absolutely anything they can to help Jane’s end-of-life care. They find all sorts of shortcuts to work around demarcation of authority, enabling prescriptions and equipment to be available almost instantly. The NHS can be brilliant.
Anyway, after lengthy discussion Jane’s medicines have been adjusted to try and improve effectiveness and give a better quality of life, but really she is totally dependent upon the mercy of God now for any substantial relief from the problems she suffers from. One of her lungs is now basically doing almost nothing. And this evening she’s barely able to transfer from one seat to another… energy and strength have been completely drained today. Neither of us has had a good night’s sleep for a couple of nights now and that doesn’t help. Last night Jane could not lie down at all and sleeping in a very upright position is not at all easy.
We need an uncommon miracle… and my Bible is full of them!
Luke 7:11-15 ‘Soon afterward Jesus went with his disciples to the village of Nain, and a large crowd followed him. A funeral procession was coming out as he approached the village gate. The young man who had died was a widow’s only son, and a large crowd from the village was with her. When the Lord saw her, his heart overflowed with compassion. “Don’t cry!” he said. Then he walked over to the coffin and touched it, and the bearers stopped. “Young man,” he said, “I tell you, get up.” Then the dead boy sat up and began to talk! And Jesus gave him back to his mother.’ (NLT)
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