Dear Friends,
As some of you may know I had an unexpected minor stroke at the end of May. A sudden choking led to a total loss of speech and a rather dramatic trip down the A1M to Lister Hospital, complete with flashing lights, etc. At the time of writing the future looks positive but I have to learn how to speak clearly again; I also have to think more about life in general and how to use my time properly.
The treatment I received was beyond praise. The ambulance came quickly, the doctors could not have been better. But above all I was amazed by the professionalism, the energy and especially the caring of the nurses in Pirton Ward where I was a patient for 16 long days. It also greatly impressed my daughter Liz who is a hospital sister elsewhere and who is one of the most dedicated nurses in the profession. Thanks to them and to the support and prayers from Judy and myself I can write this column, hopefully with more to come.
Patience is not my strong point and 16 days is a very long time when you are looking at the ceiling and having more injections for more reasons than in the rest of your life put together. Two passages from the Bible kept recurring as the hours passed.
The first was the conversion of my namesake. Paul was a man who was always rushing around until he was forced to stop dead by what might be interpreted as being struck by lightning. He had to think about life because there was nothing else to do - this is my interpretation of his conversion. 'What is life if full of care we have no time to stop and stare?' wrote the poet W.H. Davies. Sometimes it's good to stop and think about what really matters, about priorities, about values and aspirations, about life in general. I wouldn't recommend having a stroke as a way of having to do this but it was brought home to me and I would commend such ponderings to you.
The other passage in my mind was the Washing of the Disciples' Feet in the Upper Room. Jesus was giving service to those who were closest to His followers, but Peter could not accept this. ‘YOU Lord washing MY feet?’ He says with incredulity. He would gladly have washed the feet and given service to others; his difficulty lay in receiving service from them. It is far easier to care than to be cared for.
It reminded me of my last trip to hospital (a 3 week enforced rest after overworking in 1976). I tried naively to help the other patients who were deeply troubled, but I had to be reminded by one of them that I was in as much need of help as they were.
This has been a really humbling experience and in these past days as I watched the amazing nurses quietly caring so lovingly and unobtrusively for me; they were giving and I needed them. At times we have to take, no matter how difficult it is - as someone once said to me, 'You can't give what you haven't already got'. Sometimes it needs a blank ceiling and nothing to do to make us face up to issues like this.
So thanks to Ginni and to so many people who have been wonderfully kind and supporting in what has been an interesting experience that I would prefer not to repeat. Hopefully Judy and I will be back at the church soon - the sooner the better!
Warmest good wishes, Paul