She, like myself, is a wheelchair user with a couple of serious, long-standing medical conditions. On Sunday she fell, something that has been happening on an increasingly regular basis. The Paramedics decided enough was enough and whisked her into hospital.
Her already limited mobility was (and remains) severely compromised. They have performed various tests to rule out obvious medical reasons, they are now beginning the process of looking for neurological reasons.
So I spent yesterday sitting in the assessment ward, holding her hand, drying her tears and trying to alleviate her fears.
Were we helpless? Not in the slightest! She had me and I had my indefatigable optimism. In the midst of hard times we laughed. I have written about the process before and I now call it 'Hospital Humour'. The situation contrives to leave you hopeless and weak, comedy allows you to rise above it and move forward.
What I did do, in between her tears and temper tantrums was make people laugh and show the 'better half' a new technique (for her) to transfer from her chair to her bed. She said it was impossible prior to trying; afterwards it was declared 'easy'.
Helplessness is a frame of mind. If you decide you are not helpless then not matter what life throws at you - you can rise above it.
On the writing side of things...
As can be expected, I did not write anything yesterday. I did get an email back from a test reader and as a result submitted my short story,There Was A Before, for consideration for publication. Fingers crossed!