I’m in need of a little extra light this week, and what better place to ask for it as with all of you wonderful energy healers, light workers, warm, compassionate, and special souls. You never seize to amaze me, reminding me of what we can achieve, together as one, from far away or near, we are always connected. The help I’m asking for is not for myself, but for my uncle Heinrich who lives in Rothenburg, Germany.
We learned so much about each other last year, during the most difficult time of laying Mom to rest, as well as his wife, my aunt, who passed only a month later. Prior to this happening we drove to and from hospital visits and naturally spent a lot more time together, although we have always been close, over all these years. Being Dad’s older brother, he is the closest reminder to the father I lost being only ten years old. Instead of jokes and the same sense of humor, the likeness and the way he carries himself, this time it was shared grief and coming to terms with the loss of a loved one that molded us even closer. We’ve been in contact ever since I left Germany last year.
He has been in treatment for cancer, but an infection in his leg has brought everything to a halt. The situation has progressed over a long, long time and even a three month hospital stay was unsuccessful in controlling the infection. Nothing is responding, and you are literally left waiting for another thing to go wrong, another complication to make it’s appearance. His current state looks hopeless if nothing changes and he cannot contribute anything to his own health. I can’t picture him as a person to be bound to the bedside like he is at the moment. He is 83 years old but still pretty active, prior to this of course. He has been Immobilie for months and muscles are vanishing. It brings a whole new meaning to the saying that desperate times call for drastic measures.
With alternatives non existent and the only future chance of gaining mobility and hopefully independence back, he has decided to amputate his leg. I was struggling with this at first and I have experienced it with Mom who also lost several toes. By now I know that it is his only chance, and such a chance cannot be denied. It is a chance, something, anything, compared to slowly dying from lying in bed all the time. He still has his wits and is optimistic which makes a big difference and hopefully will carry him through the procedure, as well as the long journey of recovery. He told me that he would fight and I felt relieved. Bless his warrior heart and spirit.
He was admitted into the hospital on Tuesday and will have the surgery Wednesday morning after all tests concluded. Please help me send a collective prayer full of light and love, that everything goes well, as well as a speedy recovery his way. Thank you very much 🙏🏼