Lessons Learned from My Sickness Part 17: “With this Ring”
Open your hands. Look at your ring finger. Is your wedding ring still there?
In my long hospital confinement, my wedding ring caused me some uncomfortable and embarrassing moments. My ring finger has grown bigger that my wedding ring can no longer be removed.
That is why every time I went to the OR, CT-Scan room and even x-rays, I have to explain to the people tasked to prepare me, my predicament – my ring can’t be removed.
They have to cover my ring finger with adhesive tapes so that my ring (or anything it represents) will not interfere with my medical procedures.
And so it came to pass that when I was released from confinement, the first thing that Mam Martha asked me to do was to look for ways for that ring to be removed.
It’s good that we have a church member who knew some jewelers familiar with the task of cutting and re-sizing a ring to make it just like new.
That explains why, after my hospital confinement, I’ve got a “new” wedding ring – fitted well, with its freshly printed inscription – Martha Mae, July 8, 1990 (the date of our wedding).
With this ring, I continue to pledge with her my matrimonial vow of a loving marriage.
Posted on FB: 9 March 2015 – 9:10 PM