Hospital

My wife was in for her day case at our local general hospital today, and I'm pleased and relieved to say that it all went according to plan, and that nothing sinister was found in the tests that she had as part of the procedure, although we've got to wait 3 or 4 weeks for the final test results to be 100% sure. The after effects of the anaesthetic have left her feeling a bit tired and woozy, so she's gone off for an early night, but hopefully that will be all that she needs to set her back on her feet.
I didn't spend more than about an hour in total in the hospital, taking my wife over there this morning and picking her up again this evening, but that was quite enough for me - I'm afraid hospitals and me don't mix, and anything to do with them, even visiting, fills me with trepidation. It's the reminder of my mortality, I suppose, the knowledge that someday all that I am will be extinguished, never to return. In that context, things are not looking good for my mother-in-law at the moment, another piece of news my wife could do without when her own health isn't as robust as it might be. My mother-in-law has been in poor health for some time, but things seem to be deteriorating rather more quickly than the original prognosis suggested. Hope springs eternal, as the saying goes, but I fear that hope in this case may just be the hope that there isn't too much suffering between now and the end.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B