It rained all day yesterday. And I drove through a lot of it.
I picked Mary up at her work place and drove to Baptist South for her chemo.
On the way there, she called a doctor’s office downtown and asked if they had any samples they could give her of a very expensive medicine she is using. They said they did. We would have to pick them up today, because they wouldn’t be open tomorrow.
Getting out of the car under the overhang at the front entrance of the medical building next to the hospital, she realized she had left her purse at work – too many other things in her hands to notice.
So after they started her treatment and I brought lunch up from the hospital snack shop, I left to pick up purse and medicine.
A co-worker came out in the drizzle to bring the purse and, smiling, wished us a good Fourth.
I left my car in valet parking at the downtown hospital and told them I was just picking up something and would be right back, in hopes they wouldn’t actually take it off to the fifth floor of the parking garage, which would mean a 15 minute wait when I got back.
The medicine was waiting for me at the sign-in window and the car was waiting for me at valet parking, which is under a roof. So far I was dry and speedy.
Back to Baptist South, where the rain dropped again to a drizzle as I found a parking space near the back door.
Upstairs, Mary’s various IV bags had run dry and she was ready to leave.
On our way to the back door, she stopped outside her radiologist’s office and asked if I had time for her to try to move her Monday appointment up so she could get the results of the MRI of her brain and not have to wonder all weekend. (Her cancer had appeared in her brain months ago leading to surgery and radiation and this was her first test after treatment)
They moved up to right then! The doctor was just finishing a conference and had time to see her. The news was good. Nothing new at all!
So out to the car and off to her home. The rain started again as she got out to go in, but she made it to the porch without getting very wet. And I headed hone, but stopped at the library on the way because they had a book in I had requested.
It stopped raining as I parked at the library and started again to drizzle as I came out with my book.
Home at last, I don’t know how many miles, but seven hours later.
Today, my body is tired, but my spirit is content.
Thank You, Lord, for the safe miles driven, the good report on the MRI, the fact that the nurse found a vein on the first stick for Mary’s chemo, that her co-worker was willing and happy to help, that the car park people were kind, the doctor’s office helpful, the library filled my request for the book so promptly and the check-out lady didn’t mind going to find in on the bottom shelf of the Will Call place (I can’t read the bottom shelf and can’t get down there to find my name on the wrapper).
Thank You for this land and all it offers.
Thank You for raining on the just and the unjust. Thank You for loving us all and making it possible for us to love You, too.
