One has the temptation not to pick up calls from the hospital on weekends, but one’s conscience and imagination haunts more.
After about 3 missed calls from a particular hospital ward on a Sunday (my phone was on silent mode), I phoned back, asking what the matter was. It wasn’t even the ward I was in charge of. The nurse had no idea. Later, I was somewhat relieved to receive the call again. Cautiously, I picked up the phone, only to hear a familiar voice.
It was Grandpa Zhou.
He has been warded because of uncontrolled blood pressure, maybe a partial stroke. He sounded chirpy over the phone. All he wanted me to know was that he had planned to get baptized this week, and he wanted me to know that he had kept his promise that he would do so before I got married this year.
He just wanted me to know.
He has numbness in his feet, and feels woozy all the time. He went to hospital because he nearly fainted at home.
Visiting him tomorrow with Cliff.
Please pray he’ll be okay.