So much has been happening in the last couple of weeks, that time has done the proverbial fly-by, and I have been left feeling breathless, and weak at the knees, and tomorrow morning brings the greatest miracle of them all. The arrival our little granddaughter, Hannah.

This period has been one of hope, uncertainty, loss, mourning, goodbyes, new beginnings, enjoyment, despair, illness, wellness... How can it all have been just two weeks? But when I look at that I realise that I don't need to feel too bad about not having blogged during that time.

What all has happened? Where to begin? I think the first major event really was being phoned by Red Cross Children's Hospital, in response to a job application I had put ages before. In fact, I had stopped even thinking about it. Then suddenly, I was phoned to come for an interview. That was fine, until I suddenly had the uncomfortable feeling that the person who was my best friend at 'Varsity, is now prof of a related department at UCT, and I knew that she did some work in conjuction with the Red Cross Unit. So I sent her an e-mail (I was grateful that Pamela suggested it when I suddenly went into panic mode when I realised this) saying, perhaps, if she were going to be involved with the interviews (which I didn't really expect), that she could just excuse herself from my one). Well, I didn't get a reply - Guess why - When I walked into the board room to face this panel (it felt more like facing a firing squad - I've mentioned before how I feel about facing anything that vaguely resembles an oral exam, and this did - BIG TIME!), who should be sitting in the panel but my friend. It was only moments before I discovered that she is not only head of the Liver Department at UCT, but she is also head of the Kidney / Liver Translant Unit at Red Cross. My first impulse was to turn around and walk straight back out, leap into my less than trusty, somewhat rusty steed, and head into the sunset (or in this case, somewhat to the northeast, so I don't think that'll see much of a sunset).

However, I sat down - and I looked - shall I dare say in control of myself, and the situation? Shall I be reckless and say that I looked - confident? Or is that just me trying to convince myself? (Because I was actually quite a wreck inside). I won't pretend that it went brilliantly, but I don't think, all things considered, that I was as bad as I expected to be. Especially seeing as I haven't practiced hospital medicine in 25 years. The worst was when my friend asked me things. I went blank on some things she wanted to know about technicalities of medical practice. It's one thing with the others on the panel. I wouldn't recognize them again if I fell over them, and I had forgotten their names as they were said. But, my friend is another matter. She matters to me.

Finally it was all over, and they said I would have to wait a couple of weeks to hear. It was thankfully only 1 week to find out that I don't have the job.

So that was one big one in my life. There have been several others, but I don't think I'll discuss those.

However, there is a very big one that affected my whole extended family, and one small branch most severely. My cousin, Catherine was killed in the aeroplane crash in Lybia this last week. My aunt and Kate's sister, Jenny, have been devastated. They are a small but close-knit family. I think that the thing that has especially saddened me, has been the fact that we haven't had any contact for many years. What a waste. Family is precious. When I spoke to Jenny later on the day of the crash, she said how Kate had been around to her house before leaving, and spent some time with her. Jenny said she was so glad they had no unfinished business. Their relationship was really close, and she had no regrets. I hope that I may be able to say that about those I am close to. Kate had been an air hostess for many years, and she was training others, I understand. My prayers are with them to be able to find comfort, and hope for the Eternities ahead.

Right now, I think I need to get some sleep. I need to be up early and functional, to assist with the Caesar on my daughter. I do so wish she could have natural births. I hate the thought of her post op pain, and having to cope with that while she has a baby and a 2-year-old to deal with. I know countless women do it, and I feel for each one who does. It is the greatest priviledge in the world to be assisting at my grandbaby's birth. Last time, it just kind of happened. It was an emergency caesar, So the Gynae would be needing to get a doctor in to assist. I was on hand (Richard, Cindy and I had been at the hospital all night while she was in labour). So when the Gynae was coming down the corridor, from Labour ward to theatre, I sort of stuck my hand out and said "I'll assist." So she said great. Come and change. And next thing Josh was on his way out. But it's different this time, being a planned caesar. I had been so hoping that she would go into normal labour, because she was going to be allowed a trial-of-labour, and if that didn't progress well, then she would be taken for the caesar.

But, thankfully we live in an age when women don't have to die in childbirth with nearly the frequency that they once did. If we did, I'm not convinced that my Shelly would have made it past that first time. We wouldn't be worrying about the arrangements for tomorrow. We are indeed blessed.

So in less than 12 hours our little Hannah will have made herself known to the world. A new life - always there is joy and hope in a new life