Thank God for children and grandchildren – and their spouses! Where would I be without them? I surely don’t deserve these darlings, who have never let me down..
If there is one thing I really hate, it’s the feeling of being a burden to anyone. I’m the one who wants to gallop to the rescue; I do not want t be the poor lass tied to the railway lines as the express train thunders down the track. Yet so often, I find myself having to seek assistance and support, and it’s usually the family I turn to first. Bless them: they always turn up trumps.
It wasn’t an express train this time, and I was no in imminent danger. It was an inconvenience connected to my e-mail server and programs that was making me very irritable. The family wizard in the shape of my grandson-in-law materialised on my laptop screen and sorted it, calmly, patiently and with a gentle smile.
Currently I’m waiting for a date for my next operation, which including convalescence will mean around 8 weeks hors de combat. If I were at home in Switzerland, that would affect me alone, and impinge on the lives of my family only insofar as they would have to work out a rota for dutiful visiting. I would have assistance at home covered by my insurance.
Here in the UK, it’s a totally different matter. I’m here because I’m taking care of my mother. If I am not able to do that, I need to arrange alternative care for her. Dare I point out that if I had been able to arrange alternative care for her, I wouldn’t be here in the first place? Consequently, once again we have to call on the family for support. One granddaughter lives in England, and has already said she will be available for some of the time. My daughter has volunteered to leave her family to shift for themselves and also come over to help look after us.
Irritatingly, as long as we have no idea of the date scheduled, nobody can make any arrangements and we are all on standby, more or less in limbo. According to NHS regulations, the hospital has to give me a date within 17 weeks of putting my name down for surgery, which brings us to the end of June. Daughter, granddaughter and their families have their summer holidays all booked, so we just have to keep our fingers crossed that everything will work out and not interfere with their holiday plans. I’m optimistic that it will; but I’m like the mediaeval monk praying, “Lord, give me patience – but please make it soon!”
In the meantime, although I hate not being independent, I am very thankful to have such willing and cheerful family support in both major and minor matters. Vive la famille!