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GodsGadfly
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On another thread, DebChris wrote, replying to me,
The problem twofold: on the one, my DW is on the shy side, so she’s afraid to ask. At our current parish, requests for emergency communions have not exactly been responded to.
The other side is that people don’t really understand my medical condition; never have. Back when I was growing up, they’d tell my parents, “We don’t know when he’s going to be at Mass or not.” My dad said, “I play the 5 PM Saturday Mass. If he’s going to be at Mass that weekend, he’ll be at that one.”
I’m not exactly an invalid or homebound, but I’m pretty severely disabled when it comes to daily activities. Most times, I don’t get to Mass on Sunday because I’m too worn down from my work week, or at least I’m too worn down to have to go to Mass and take care of the kids. If any of the kids are sick or especially misbehaved, I stay home with them or drive them around in the car while my wife goes to 5:30.
We chose our current parish for its orthodoxy in terms of our sacraments and CCD. The pastor knows us well enough, but we haven’t broached that subject with him yet.
He did an Anointing of the Sick mass on March 19 and, appropriately, I was having severe chest pain as I stumbled up to receive the Anointing. I was clutching my chest in pain, and he had to pry my hand away to anoint my palm.
Ever since then, he’s always come down to the handicapped pew to give me Communion!
Technically, a Marfan who’s had an aortic surgery already can have an aortic dissection without any warning or dilation: I know of several Marfans who’ve died just from coughing really hard. Then there’s the high risk of stroke, since I have an artificial valve. Now that I know my aorta’s actually growing again, the risks are even higher. Every time I have a really bad chest pain, I pray that I don’t die an unprepared death.
But people just don’t comprehend the idea of being a 31 year old who’s trying as best as possible to live an otherwise normal and productive life while having a serious, debilitating and life-threatening medical condition.
Yes, and that’s what my deacon friend said when she went to the enrollment/training session. He was quite happy to have someone volunteer who actually wanted to do it for that reason and not to parade up to the front of church every week.The role of caretaker is the reason many choose to become trained as an EMCH
The problem twofold: on the one, my DW is on the shy side, so she’s afraid to ask. At our current parish, requests for emergency communions have not exactly been responded to.
The other side is that people don’t really understand my medical condition; never have. Back when I was growing up, they’d tell my parents, “We don’t know when he’s going to be at Mass or not.” My dad said, “I play the 5 PM Saturday Mass. If he’s going to be at Mass that weekend, he’ll be at that one.”
I’m not exactly an invalid or homebound, but I’m pretty severely disabled when it comes to daily activities. Most times, I don’t get to Mass on Sunday because I’m too worn down from my work week, or at least I’m too worn down to have to go to Mass and take care of the kids. If any of the kids are sick or especially misbehaved, I stay home with them or drive them around in the car while my wife goes to 5:30.
We chose our current parish for its orthodoxy in terms of our sacraments and CCD. The pastor knows us well enough, but we haven’t broached that subject with him yet.
He did an Anointing of the Sick mass on March 19 and, appropriately, I was having severe chest pain as I stumbled up to receive the Anointing. I was clutching my chest in pain, and he had to pry my hand away to anoint my palm.
Ever since then, he’s always come down to the handicapped pew to give me Communion!
Technically, a Marfan who’s had an aortic surgery already can have an aortic dissection without any warning or dilation: I know of several Marfans who’ve died just from coughing really hard. Then there’s the high risk of stroke, since I have an artificial valve. Now that I know my aorta’s actually growing again, the risks are even higher. Every time I have a really bad chest pain, I pray that I don’t die an unprepared death.
But people just don’t comprehend the idea of being a 31 year old who’s trying as best as possible to live an otherwise normal and productive life while having a serious, debilitating and life-threatening medical condition.