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Christine and twins!

Sunday, January 17th, 2010

Well, it’s exactly a week since Christine’s and my world turned upside down. At 12.30pm on Saturday 9 January I was revising for University exams starting three days later, Christine was outside doing odd jobs. Forty minutes later she was in a helicopter making the three minute flight to Ysbyty Gwynedd. I discovered she had been laying on the ice for 45 minutes and her temperature was under 35 degrees C. She had multiple fractures of her tibia and fibula – the leg bones below her right knee, and had damaged her knee. After two days of nil-by-mouth because of surgery which was then cancelled, she finally had a five-hour reconstructive surgery on Wednesday. Apparently, the radiographers who took the post-operative x-ray were stunned at the amount of metal in her leg. That, together with the plate in her wrist from the surgery after a fall nine months ago means she’ll never get through an airport scanner again! My son Mark wants to try attaching the fridge magnets that our grandson Logan enjoys playing with. I’m married to my own Bionic Woman!

Hospital’s always an awful experience and Christine managed to convince everyone she was ready to come home. With the help of Robin, who is a doctor friend of ours in A&E who conveniently ended a shift and drove us home in his van, we got Christine home at 6.30pm Friday with the extra help of Robin’s family. Christine has a really heavy, full-leg plaster cast and was told she can’t weight-bear for three months. She has a walking frame to move around slowly.

It’s going to mean major changes at home as she really needs someone to be with her all the time. After one day as a carer, I have a rapidly increasing respect for the heroes who care for relatives full-time. I’m rediscovering my cooking abilities (how long do you cook carrots?) and how to use a washing machine (where does the Persil go? what temperature for sheets?). Thank goodness for Tesco Online! Thank God too for church friends like Robin and for Joy and Roberta who brought meals to start me off.

I don’t know what this means for University. The accident happened at the start of exam week and I missed one exam but got in for another. However, I’ve been able to do little revision and I have two more exams next week. The following week semester two starts and I’m scheduled for nine hours of lectures and seminars each week. They’re aware of the situation and are both understanding and supportive.

Oh, and the twins reference? No, not Christine but when I visited Christine just before her operation, I met Mark, Samantha and Logan at Christine’s bedside. Sam had just come straight from the ante-natal clinic at the hospital to show us the scan photo of the new baby due in July. The surprise to us all (especially Sam) is that she’s expecting twins! There’s never a dull moment in the lives of the Dicken family in Snowdonia.

It’s time to wear purple!

Thursday, November 12th, 2009
Real men wear purple

Real men wear purple

One of my favourite poems is by Jenny Joseph and it’s titled WARNING! Here’s an extract:

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me,
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

Events of the last couple of weeks that sprang out of responses to a couple of Facebook status updates have caused me to re-evaluate a lot of things and the closing lines of the poem have made me into a man on a mission. In fact as a Blues Brothers fan, I should say, “I’m on a mission from God!”

So here goes. As at 9.00am I have 344 Facebook friends. I expect that to drop considerably as a result of these comments. I’ve had a Christian faith for 45 years and have never wavered in my confidence that God loves me. However, I’ve walked a path where I’ve been on the fringe of things in Christian circles because I have always reacted against the intolerance shown to many groups of people. After all, Jesus was always found with the marginalised people.

At Halloween I posted a status encouraging my Christian friends to bury their knee-jerk reactions against the witches and ghosts and accept it was kids having fun. It was an opportunity to build bridges with kids and their parents hovering in the background. I posted a supportive comment on a friend’s wall who had expressed the same sentiment. All hell broke loose. I was flamed by bitter Christians and supported by people on a journey to faith and, I’m glad to say, some of my Christian friends. Figure that out. Some 25 comments resulted and because of the aggression of some, I removed the post as did my friend who experienced the same thing.

Yesterday, I foolishly left my computer unattended with Facebook open. It was too much for Neil and Josh. My brand new status told the world “Paul Dicken has decided to quit to university! im sorry people i jus cant handle the pressure and stress , i hope you can all understand. After long talks with father josh ive decided to join the catholic priest hood and serve the holy God our father. i ask of all my friends to help me through this difficult tym in my life. Thanks and God Bless x” Fortunately, the style, punctuation and spelling were a little different from mine and several friends guessed what had happened.

I was amazed that between that and my subsequent post explaining that I wasn’t planning on joining the Catholic priesthood (and threatening dire retribution on Josh!), some 35 comments and messages were sent. I was touched by the concern of those who thought I may be in trouble and amused by some of the responses. People came out of the woodwork from everywhere.

So, I’m going to say what I really think about things in the future. I shall speak out about intolerance and lack of acceptance. I have a son who is gay and who has a clear unequivocal Christian faith. I’m going to speak out about the lack of acceptance there is in the Churches for people like my son and I perhaps it’s time to shoot some sacred cows. I no longer care what people think – I’ll understand if you delete me from your list of Facebook friends if you’re offended. I’m relaxed that I do have a great group of friends -some with a faith and some without – who will be patient with me.

But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

Look out for the Man in Purple!