Monday, April 11, 2011
I had a fascinating tale to tell you this week, but unfortunately we had a breakneck journey to hospital on Saturday night. One of our daughters had been in a 100K charity walk and had collapsed 47K into the event. She was taken to one hospital, then another, and was finally admitted to the Intensive Care Unit. We spent an anxious time with her over the weekend and today while she recovered, and are mightily relieved that she is now returning to normal after a very frightening time for all of us. It will be good to get into some clean clothes and sleep in our own beds again, more soon. I promise never again to get aerated over trans-Tasman netball games, and we are eternally grateful for the tender and respectful care our family received from all the people we encountered in hospital. And how wonderful to have the loving support and concern of friends and family.