Stop Time

 

In all the years I’ve lived in this house, I was under the impression that the timer on the electric range was broken. Last week, I set the clock that had been flashing for months, or maybe years. The next time I put something in the oven I set the timer. It worked just fine, but every time I shut the timer off, the dial says, “Stop Time.” Well, that made me wonder what it would be like if a person could really stop time.

I think most of us would want to stop time before a loved one was diagnosed with a devastating diagnosis. But would we stop time after it was too late?

At an Alzheimer’s Forum, we heard about a drug that was supposed to stop the progression of Alzheimer’s. My friend Ralph turned to me and said, “I wouldn’t want my wife to stay like she is now.” She was in the late stages of Alzheimer’s in a nursing home. It broke his heart to see his wife dependent upon others to provide the most basic care.

  When Jim was in the early stages of dementia, one of the physicians thought that Jim could have possibly had a stroke. Our thoughts were that if his forgetfulness was from a stroke, he might not get worse.

At that time, if I could have stopped time, I would have done it. Some of his symptoms were troublesome, but life would have been almost normal. Sure, he would have needed some additional attention, but it would have been manageable. After false hopes and wishful thinking, we realized that Jim wasn’t going to stay the same, but was gradually getting worse all the time.

When families enter loved ones into experimental drug programs, it is usually with the idea that it might help someone else. Jim was in a study drug program, but due to side effects, we stopped the drug. The neurologist told me that the disease was progressing, and that no matter what new drug might come available, it wasn’t going to reverse the damage to Jim’s brain.

I know in my heart that if I had ever stopped time, I would not be the person that I am today. I am who I am because of my life experiences. I’m sure I took several missteps along the pathway of life, but somehow I wound up being exactly where I am supposed to be.

My life has been particularly challenging lately, but I’m no stranger to adversity. I have faith that better times are coming. I certainly wouldn’t want to stop time before the good days begin.    

 

Copyright ©January 2025 by L. S. Fisher

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Things that Go Bump in the Night

Early morning New Year’s Day, I heard what sounded like something falling. The noise startled me, but more concerning was a sound that could only be described as a jet engine taking off. I wandered through the house trying to locate the source, and thought it might be the attic fan. I turned the switch to the “off” position and went to bed.

At two a.m., I heard the sound again. Since my arthritis had been acting up, I limped through the house, but couldn’t pinpoint the origin of the noise.

I finally took the chairlift to the basement and discovered the furnace was vibrating. I went upstairs, and turned the thermostat down and went to bed. About five, the heat kicked on and I called the afterhours number for the heating and cooling company we have always used.

My sisters, sister-in-law, and Mom were on their way to visit, and I had full confidence that the heat would be back on by the time they arrived.

The technician arrived and after he had me sign an agreement to pay holiday rate, he went to turned up the thermostat to hear the noise. The HVAC technician attempted to tighten the part that failed, but as soon as he turned the system on…same noise. The verdict was it needed parts to fix the problem and they could not be ordered until the next day, of course. He suggested I use space heaters to keep the house warm.

When they saw what a hard time I had walking, my sisters and sister-in-law went to town to buy space heaters for me. Mom and I sat in front of the baseboard heater in the sunroom and visited until they returned.

I put some extra blankets on the bed and spent a comfortable night. The next day, I found out the parts were scheduled to come in Monday. With an epic ice/snowstorm predicted for Sunday, I offered to pay the $100 to have the parts sent over night. Problem solved, right?

Wrong. The parts didn’t come in Friday, but instead were “delayed” in Ft. Worth. The parts manager called in a favor and had a substitute part brought in from Kansas City, but although it was the correct size, the fan turned in the wrong direction. Back to square one.

My thoughts were that if the part didn’t come in Friday, it would surely be here Saturday. The parts guy gave me the tracking number but when I checked the progress, the package was “delayed.”

I know how hard it is to talk to a real person at UPS, but I made a valiant attempt anyway, and after a long wait on hold, I talked to someone. I explained the situation to him—furnace out, big house, space heaters, storm coming, and single digit temps. He gave me a case number and transferred me to a supervisor.

While I was on hold for another twenty minutes “expected delivery” popped up on the screen and it said Monday. When the supervisor came on the line, she said, “Sorry for the inconvenience, but your package was put on the wrong truck. It will arrive on Monday.”

Looking at the details, I could see the package had been delayed 15 hours before it was rerouted to the airport in Illinois. “Our planes do not fly on the weekends,” she said.

“So I paid extra to have it sent overnight and because of that, it can’t possibly get here until Monday? If you can put it on a truck to Illinois why can’t you put it on a truck to Missouri?”

“So sorry for the inconvenience,” she said.

I could feel my temper rising, “It’s more than an inconvenience. There’s an epic storm coming Sunday, and they may not be able to get here to put the part in Monday. My dog and I will be trapped in a house without a furnace in freezing weather. Whose fault is it that it was put on the wrong truck? ” It was a rhetorical question because we both knew the answer.

After a moment of silence, she said, “I can’t promise, but I’ll try to get it on a truck to you by tomorrow.”

Well, there is the “I can’t promise” part, so I’m not holding my breath.

Although my situation is not good, my heart goes out to caregivers who have to worry about their loved ones. Bad situations are only worse when you are responsible for the care and comfort of another person. With ice and heavy snow in the forecast, power outages may mean I’m not the only one without heat.

On the bright side, our generator was recently tested and working well. I’ve been able to wear the heavy sweatshirts and sweaters that I had always saved for a day outdoors. I most likely will spend my weekend layered and huddled in front of a space heater.

I’ve heard several people say, “God doesn’t give you anymore than you can handle,” but I’m not sure if that’s in the Bible, or just wishful thinking.

Copyright ©January 2025 by L. S. Fisher

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