Showing posts with label #Whatnow. Show all posts
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Sunday, 2 August 2020

Stroke

I had a shock on 6th July when my spouse suffered a stroke. Fortunately I was there when it happened and recognising the signs, I dialed 999 even before I went to her aid (she had fallen). The Ambulance arrived within 10 minutes and she was in a Stroke unit within 30.  She was within the time frame for administration of the clott busting drug, which limited the damage done, but it was still substantial.

As a left brain stroke, her right side was affected, which also involves some parts that control speech and swallowing. She is right handed so the right arm and side are weaker as a result.

After three days in the acute care unit, she was transferred to a local stroke unit for our area, where she underwent three weeks of rehabilitation.

For me, the effect was one of great anxiety, as due to the Covid19 restrictions I had to watch the Ambulance leave without me and I was unable to go to the hospital to visit or to be with her.  Fortunately, the Dr who was treating her in the ACU rang me to confirm the diagnosis and to tell me what the initial assessment was.  Due to the quick actions I took, she had been given a change of making a good recovery, longer term.

I recall as she was being taken into the ambulance, she insisted (through slurred speech) I want my phone and I grabbed it and the charger and gave it to her.

This enabled her within two days to at least ring me to ask for things, It was difficult to understand her, but I got the gist, she needed clothes, some personal stuff and the likes of washing and shower stuff. I was permitted to pack a bag and deliver it to the ACU for her, with additional things over the next two days.  After her transfer to the rehab stroke unit I was able to visit the ward, but not to enter, but to hand over the essentials she needed and collect items for laundry.

In the meantime, I had activated the video call using Google Duo, which we had activated on both her and my smartphones just a few days before her stroke.  This allowed us to call each other daily. We had found that pure audio calls had caused difficulty for her.  She had been diagnosed some years ago with hearing loss of 50 per cent in both ears, and the stroke had caused a temporary worsening of this condition, she just could not hear very well.  Video though was a revelation. She had been compensating for the hearing loss by being able to lip sync, now she could see my mouth, she was able to know what I was saying, while I could understand her better as her speech therapy kicked in and day by day, she got better. 

Thanks to her personal determination her rehabilitation in hospital went well and after 24 days, she was assessed as able to return home, with continuing care from community specialists and she came home on the 30th of July.  Too say that I was overjoyed is an understatement.  We have been married for 32 years, and while we had been apart before for periods of working away, never had we been apart for so long. Yes, she had been in hospital before for operations on a dodgy sinus and two bouts of pneumonia, but I had been able to visit and see her. I had heard of others suffering by the artificial separation caused by the virus, many of whom had been denied access to family members or friends due to virus restrictions, having to grieve and even some had been unable to attend the funeral of a much loved family member.   I shared in a small way, their experience, although, I knew from the outset that we would eventually be reunited.  

Now she is home, she had her first contact within 24 hours with the community care team of therapists and her first assessment visit within 48 hours yesterday.  We can now expect intensive, every other day visits for the next two weeks, with then a less intensive regime for the following four weeks.

Our shared experience has been traumatic, but also hope filled. So many people have been praying for us both, so many have stepped up to support us to make unqualified offers of help, that it is a positive sign for me that people are instinctively reaching out to support others, a characteristic of their humanity, whether or not they share our Christian Faith.  Some Clergy friends, my Spiritual Director and many others outside our family and friends circle has helped and supported us. Even some that we don't know, but have heard of J's condition have contacted us with prayers and offers of help.  I have been stopped on the street by people that I don't know, but who know J offering their support for her and for me.  Surely, the portrayal in the media of some being heartless is certainly misguided and does a disservice to people.  In their view the only news is the bad, and often the unsung silent, quiet work of many is ignored.

The care that J had from the NHS has been first class following the stroke, which we are thankful for, and the ongoing care will be appreciated.  But, we are only to aware that the warning signs of the potential for a stroke, evident from an A&E admission 3 days before the stroke and a follow up visit for scans and tests the day before the stroke were not acted on by those she saw.  This is something to be addressed in the future, for now we need to concentrate on J's rehabilitation and restoration to whatever new normal health wise will be for her.

One of the personal effects for me were that when seeking to pray for her, the contemporary prayers and resources didn't really appeal. I resorted to the words of the Book of Common prayer, including the traditional language Psalms for my lamentation, because that is what and how I felt, and perhaps what I needed to pray for healing and wholeness for J.

Now, I am returning to the more modern forms of language, particularly a catholic prayer book, which seem to suit how I now feel.  Gratitude to God for his healing and mercy for J, and also the process of healing my spirit as I go forward.  Thanks be to God.






Saturday, 23 June 2012

Not Recommended for Training

This post originally posted at http://bigbible.org.uk/2012/06/what-happens-when-you-are-not-recommended-for-training-for-ordained-ministry-minidvr-digidisciple/ on 10th June 2012

What happens when you are NOT Recommended for Training for Ordained Ministry? @minidvr #digidisciple

I went to the Bishops Assessment Panel of the Church of England in May.   The outcome was that I was NOT recommended for Training for Ordained Ministry.   However, the panel discerned a strong vocation to some form of Lay Ministry and recommended that I continue to explore the possilibilities within my Dioceses.

http://callwaiting.org.uk/bap.aspx

Reaction:

Off course, I was hugely disappointed that I had been unable to persuade the assessors by my input during the panel that my call was to ordained ministry.    The follow up report is short, but clear and outlines the reasons for that failure, but also the strengths and gifts that they discern within you, which validate your faith, growth as a Christian and what more you may offer to the church in areas, other than ordained ministry.
It took a couple of days for the reality of the situation to sink in.   Despite hearing the outcome orally, you still hope against hope that it’s a mistake and that someone will change it.  But the written report once given to you, shatters that delusion and you now experience the deflation of ego and self awareness that you believed you possess and brings it home that the decison is both correct and final.  A letter from the bishop confirming this is the final nail in the coffin of that slim, hope.   I don’t blame anyone for this result.  In the end, I was given a unique opportunity to show that there was a valid and distinctive call to ordained ministry.  My performance at the panel did not disclose that, but did give other insights which are enabling for the future. God’s will is still to be discerned.

Getting over it:

It’s really important that you have a support mechanism in place to help you to cope with the disappointment.  In my own case, I had my spouse, who was pragmatic, but loving and was able to help me see that God’s purpose and will, might just have been to test my faith in this way.  I have my Vicar, our Curate, our parishioners, my Spiritual Director and the DDO, all of whom have been hugely supportive and consoling.  I have also received much valued support from the i-church community, who have shared my journey from the outset.   The underlying support is that of personal prayer and pleading with God to allow you some peace, to refill the well of grace that seemed to empty when you heard the decision, to fill that emptiness with his love and presence and to restore your confidence that the call is real, genuine and not just an ego trip.
Thankfully that has been granted.  I am now at peace with the process and within myself.  I am very much aware that something that I have been part off for over three years is ended.  The loss is real, it’s a form of grief, it will continue to strike back randomly and I might experience further feelings of anger and disappointment, might seek to attribute blame to others.   Being aware of this is important and to turn to that support network of prayer and to share with others and to just ‘be’ for a period until while I maynot forget it, it will be part of me, part of that formation of character and growth, which is essential to allow any new path to be discerned.

What next?

In my case, I can see that a NOT isn’t a NO.   There is still a call alive and burning within me.  It’s  going to take  some time and space, along with others,  to seek to discern where such gifts as I might have, might be used by the Church in another form of ministry.   Wise words from all are “not to rush into anything, take time out to continue to see where God might be taking you” and “rushing into anything would be unwise.  It would always seem second best to ordained ministry”.   This and other wise counselling has given me a clarity of vision to accept the decision, to be at peace with myself and with God and to lay the disappointment at the foot of the cross and to move on.  As God shuts one door, another, which was wide open all of the time beckons.
Twitt