A vigil of sorts
Waiting for the operation
Trying to reassure
Her thirst unrelenting.
As blood sugar level drops
Confusion more evident
Drifting in and out
Of unsettled sleep.
The hands crocheting
A task no longer possible
Searching for a scissors
To cut an errant thread.
Times of lucidity
Quickly dissolving away
But still worried about me
Time wasted waiting with her.
The time moves on
Passing for me in a blur
Knowing that this may be
My last time with her.
After eight long hours
The advice is received
No operation today
Emergencies took priority.
Happy at last to drink
And eat a small meal
Me hoping that tomorrow
This will not be repeated.
But the phone call came
Explaining the risks ahead
The operation to begin
Uncertainty begins again.
18/8/2020
Brian’s Reflections 