We finally made it back to church after an absence of six weeks.
As usual, the readings were stark in their relevance.
Our first Psalm reading upon our return to church was 116 which included this verse
The cords of death entangled me,
the anguish of the grave came over me;
I was overcome by distress and sorrow.
the anguish of the grave came over me;
I was overcome by distress and sorrow.
We have various machines to help with the ridiculous amounts of mucous ALS patients create. There is a vest that pounds Pat's chest to loosen the mucous, a cough assist machine that helps him bring the loosened gunk up and then what I call a snot sucker that deposits it neatly into a disgusting plastic spittoon. It was these machines that enabled us to avoid the ER and we are exceedingly grateful for them. However, every one of of these machines has a power cord as well as a flexible hose that is the conduit between the patient and the machine. The pounder has two flexible hoses that are filled with pulsating air. Dealing with these double headed hydras as they envelop my body detonates the latent F-bombs in my head.
Even as I wrestle these these writhing, slithering bodies into submission, I remember though that, for us, they are cords of life.
Even as I wrestle these these writhing, slithering bodies into submission, I remember though that, for us, they are cords of life.
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