Altar
Call – Opelika-Auburn News
Walter
Albritton
March
5, 2017
Staying alive with a
man in isolation
March 1st was D-Day for me –
Deliverance from 14 days of isolation! First order of the day was a haircut; my
last one was in December and I looked like a shaggy dog. Brandy’s quick
scissors helped me look decent again.
My wife Dean patiently cared for me for
the two weeks I stayed in our back bedroom, never touching me and washing her
hands 499 times to avoid learning what the C-Diff devil can do to the human
body. She prepared three meals a day and pushed me to eat a ton of Yogurt as a
morning and afternoon snack.
God blessed Dean with a marvelous sense
of humor so I asked her to share the caregiver’s side of our isolation story. I
think you will enjoy her thoughts:
“Clorox is everywhere! It is on my hands,
on the counter, in the sink and above all, on the dishes. I don’t like
Clorox but I understand it kills germs. So for two weeks I worked hard to
kill those unseen demons.
“The tray must be clean before my meals are put
on it. Then when the tray is prepared with whatever I could find to make
a meal, napkins, fork, spoon and drink are carefully placed, I make the journey
to the back of the house.
“Step by step I go with tray in hand until the
two steps down loom before me in our split-level home. I ease down, praying as
I go, “Lord, don’t let me fall.” There at last I am on level flooring and now
15 steps to go before I reach the room where the bearded one is sitting in his
chair.
“What a sight! Is this the man I married
65 years ago? Wow! Oh well, he must be fed. I put the tray
down, remind him to take his medicine, drink the water – and please eat the
Yogurt. I don’t touch him or breathe and I back out. ‘Call if you
need me’ I say as I make my way back the 15 steps to safety.
“This is where the fun begins! I walk
like the Bee Gees when they sang ‘Staying Alive’ and when I come to the two
steps up, I give the Rocky Balboa arms raised in victory sign. One more meal
served!
“I fix my plate and sit down with E. Stanley
Jones’ book, The Christ of the Mount.
One day I turned to the page where E. Stanley wrote, ‘The Christian is to be
salt not merely to save life from moral putrefaction. He is to save life
from losing its taste and becoming insipid. The gospel is the greatest
adventure in faith in life and its worth-whileness
that the world has ever seen. I
came that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly
is its central and nerve-giving note. It is this sense of victorious
vitality that puts nerve and courage into life which otherwise grows gray on
our hands. In the East and West men are suffering from failure of
nerve. On the whole the East is suffering from a vast failure of nerve,
of world-weariness, of personality-weariness and of life-weariness.’
There you go again E. Stanley, setting my heart on fire!
“Okay, old
girl, get yourself up and put joy back in your life. We are almost
through this time of isolation. Walter will shave again! We will
see our friends again! Thank you, Lord, for showing me one more time that
you are my source of strength and joy.
“It is good to
be alive. With the Lord’s help I will be ‘staying alive’ as long as I
live. Thank you Bee Gees for giving me the right song to sing during this
time of testing!” + + +