Thankyou Michie.  The priest is solid in what he is doing.  He refuses to change.
On sunday we had a dreadful time.  I really really needed to be peaceful in Church because I had had some very bad news about my heart during the week.  I had also had two men from Social Services visit me who were bullying and intimudating and I had thrown then out of my house.  I was very upset.  It put my heart rate up to 175 and my oxygen levels dangerously low.  I had had torest in bed for a couple of days.
So we went to Mass and I really really wanted to be there.  I needed it.
We could hardly get a space at all, to be honest.  We had to sit at the back against a pew that had bern placed against the back wall of the octagonal Church.  Here wasnlittle space in front of us, as the Gifts table was there, and there was a large bookcase near to us with the hymn books in.  There was another pew at the side of us in the bit that starts to go octagonal so it was slanting next to us.
We were sitting there waiting for Mass to begin, and ppl were coming in past us, knocking and banging us.  I felt ill but still wanted to be there.  It is my life.  I need to go.  I was in pa in because eac h time someone banged me it hurt.  It hurt my back and sides. Which always hurt butnit caused excruciatingmpain to be knocked.
Mass began, but children were running around all over at the back, and running onto our feet which only had sandals on.  Bob kept getting kicked by a littlebgirl next to him who insisted on swinging her legs LOL.  Her mumdid not tell herbto stop kicking him.
Anlady had come up to us before Mass and said that Fr would bbring Communion to the back to us IF  HE SAW US! He would NOT see us because there were 600  people in front of us!  And of course they were mostly stood up and we were low down in our wherlchairs.
When the children went out for the Childrens Luturgy they came padt us and walked and jumped all over us.  There was so little sp ace. In fro nt of us.  Then when they came back. The same. Thing happened as they gathered round the. Gifts table to take the Gifts up.  It was just awful.
We got as far as the distribution of Communion,  and I said to Bob that we had to leave because I was feeling so ill.  He wanted to leave too.
Straight after Mass would have finished Bob  rang the priest.  The mpriest said he would try and make a. Bit. More s pace for. Us at the. Bac k.  Bob exol ained to him that it was al so the littlenkuds running around screaming all through Mass, and that their shrieks wen t through a sick person, and that we love children but c annot cope with that.  He told. Him that when you. Are blind, all you can know is screaming, hear their fert running around close to you, not knowing quite where they are andnif they are suddenly going to run into you.
The priest  refused point blank to let us go to the front future.  He is not going to budge.
I was in tears by this tim because I was losing my beloved Catholic Church.   We are converts and we lovenit deeply.
So Bob then rang up the priest of thenonly other Catholic Church in town, and asked if we could still havenour places at the front back at that Church.  He was exceedingly friendly and said we could and it would be good to see us.  But he is the one who would not bring me Communion when I had cancer, and other things too.  We also have the geavy doors problem there.
We have not been to Mass anywhere all week because my fight has gone.  My strengthmis depleted.
I told the firstmpriest in my,letter how mych I love God and how much I want to bebthere because there, i get my strength to carry on.  I explained all the problems to him. Mi know he will not respond.  They dont round here.
I amstruggling horribly with my health, feeling isolated, uncared for, and a whole host of other things.
My husband is much much better than he was, which is why I am notngoing the route I had decided on. Mi do love him and always have. Yes, henis a control freak, but henis verynsick too, and henis realising he has to let go the controls.  When ge fell out of thempatio window themother day he cried as I cradled him in my arms.  He is truly at the end himself, physically.