I am in my percocet-induced stupor, sipping hot chocolate brought to me by my friend, Nat, who came all the way from Philly to see me. The JMU game is on, the house is warm and cozy, and although I am in a good bit of pain, I am content. It is good to be home.
More in the coming days…
I’m sitting in the hospital listening to Christmas music (thank you Pandora!) and watching Angie sleep, more or less peacefully. Amazing what a shot of morphine can do for you. Today went well; we arrived around 6, they took her back about 7:45, and she was back from the recovery room by about 11. The Doc says everything went smoothly and he got what he needed while he was in there. I think the tally was 2 diseased lymph nodes and about a dozen others that will be biopsied to double check that there was no further spread of the cancer.
My friend, Natalie, sent this to me today, and it blessed me so much that I asked her if I could share it. Nat is one of my many faithful encouragers, and there was so much sweet truth in this. May we all cling to Him and say, “HOW GOOD IS OUR GOD!”
Psalm 77
For the director of music. For Jeduthun. Of Asaph. A psalm.
1 I cried out to God for help;
I cried out to God to hear me.
2 When I was in distress, I sought the Lord;
at night I stretched out untiring hands
and my soul refused to be comforted.
Behold another health update with probably more information than y’all want to know, but for those of you who do… here’s the scoop.
My surgery is tomorrow morning at 7:30. I go in at 6:00 for prep. They told me at my pre-op interview that they should be able to use my port, which means no IV’s, which would be wonderful! Please pray that this works out… I would just as soon skip the panic attacks that come with vein searches.
The surgery itself should take about 1 1/2 to 2 hours, and I am first on the docket, so I should be on time. Then I’ll be in recovery for a while.
Over the past weeks as I have risen in the small hours of the morning with a mind that will not still, one of the places I have found solace is in re-reading the words of encouragement of my friends. Tonight I struggled through one fear after another as Friday’s surgery looms ever closer. What if this? And what if that? have fought for control over my mind, and I have wrestled to take every thought captive knowing that Satan will do anything to drive me to the despair on whose brink I hover. Running to the Word and to the Word preached to me by friends has truly been my sword as I battle Satan’s fiery darts.