This week started out just like any other week. Normal. Until Tuesday morning around 4am, when I woke up feeling sick to my stomach. Still being tired, I decided to try to power through it and go back to sleep. When I woke back up around 8am, I noticed that I had a sharp pain in the lower right quadrant of my abdomen. I did a quick press test and sure enough the sharp pain got sharper.
As I sit there looking at my ceiling, with thoughts of appendicitis running through my head, I began to wonder what the next couple of days would hold.
I made an appointment with my familiy physician, and upon examination acknowledged that it could indeed be appendicitis, but he was seeing a few other characteristics that pointed to something else. He suggested that I return home and rest. Around 6pm, I received a call from the doctor asking me for an update. Basically, everything was the same. He told me that if the problems persisted in the morning to call him back.
So Wednesday morning rolls around. No change in my condition, unfortunately, so I called the doctor and left a message. After doing so I went back into the bedroom and laid down. I woke back up around noon, and had voicemails on my cell and home phones. The jist of both messages was, “We need to talk to you NOW. You need to be at the hospital at 12:30pm today!”
I called the doctors office back and talked to the lady who’d left me the message. She wanted to know if I could still get to the hospital in 25 minutes. Luckily the hospital is right near my house. So we bundled in our truck and my wife drove me to the ER.
After drinking what can only be described as a big styrofoam glass of this lemon-lime slurry, I was given a cat scan. Shortly afterwards, the technican came out and said, “I’m sorry, but it does appear that you have appendicitis.” He ask me to go back to the primary waiting room and they’d send a surgeon down to talk to me shortly. The look on my wife’s face was not something I even want to see on her face again. Shock, fear, it some sort of combination along with uncertainty. I’m not sure what my face looked like, but I just felt like, “Ok, where do we go from here?”
So I go back to main waiting room for a few minutes when the come down and put me in a little prep room and start sticking IV’s in my arm, taking blood and of course morphine. They had me sign paperwork, before rushing me into surgery. One of the forms I had to sign was an authorization for blood in a life saving sitution.
Now I really started to think. The only medical operations I’ve had was ingrown toenail removal several years ago and LASIK a few weeks ago. So cutting into my body was definitely something new and uncomfortable to me. Which brings me to the point of this post, I hope you’re still with me, because this is the point I want to make…..
As I lay there thinking about the whole thing, looking at the ceiling, I was honestly not too upset, nor was I too scared. I was in complete believe that whatever came to be was His will. Before the morphine started kicking in, I closed my eyes and prayed that I would get through the procedure ok. And if for some reason I did not, that I acknowledged that it was his will and that my wife would be taken care of.
So my point of all this is that you never have to walk alone. As I told my pastor who called to check on me following the operation, “When walking unfamiliar or unknown paths, there is no one better to have holding your hand than Jesus.”
Obviously, I’m writing this afterwards, so I’m made it through with no complications. I’m back home now and will be for the next few days with restrictions on activity and everything else. Guess I’ll be watching alot of TV.
I thank God for getting me through my ordeal. If you remember one of my posts a week or so ago, it mentioned that all Christians should prepare themselves for these moments and allow God to try and glorify himself in everything in our lives, good or bad. That prepartion was what allowed me not to be overly nervous about what was going to happen to me. I felt like I was going to be taken care of, and I prayed that my wife would be likewise.
I also want to thank God for my wife. She has been absolutely marvelous through this entire ordeal and still continues to help me with all aspects of my daily life that I need help with. She hasn’t complained, sighed or anything at any point when I’ve needed her help. I love her!