A's Descent

It is ironic that A. should tell me, on this Holy Saturday, that her enzyme count has skyrocketed from 21 to 360. (37 is normal). She is like the living dead. Her voice is dull. She cannot/(will not?) move. She has descended into her own Hades. My prayer is that she will discover that Someone has made it there before her, and waits to lift her out:
“Awake, O sleeper, and rise from the dead, and Christ will give you light”.