I found that much of the help promised to me while they tried to get us out of the hospital, turned out to be training me to do it myself. Wound care and giving needles were not in my training background, but became part of my routine. An emergency trip back to hospital when he developed blood clots in his lung, also kept steering my focus on that same track. I accompany my dear wise one to his daily radiation treatments, although thankfully we have dear friends who offered to do the driving.
So I thank God for the wider view, but I thank Him also for the well-defined focus. I learn much from both!