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Thursday, October 3, 2013

Friday Ramblings





Sometimes life can take a little left turn.

On two wheels.

One is left humbled. And beyond grateful. A little tired but oh, so grateful.


My husband woke me up at 2 am on Wednesday morning asking if we had anymore Gas-X. We did not and I offered to go get some for him, which he declined. I fell back asleep. He woke me up at 5:00 a.m. and said he needed to go to the emergency room, something wasn't right. I offered to drive him, but he again declined and I think he said something about not wanting to wake up Brenna.

He called at 6:00 and said after a Cat Scan and blood work, it was probably a kidney stone, he was in good hands and had some pain killers on board. I got up and got ready, got Brenna ready for her all school retreat and drove her up to the campground. I got her settled, figured out her buddies, her room and all the little details of sending my child off with her school for three days.


I realized my husband hadn't called so, on my way out of the campground I called him and said, "What's up?" Thinking he had passed a kidney stone by now I was completely thrown when he told me they were asking for a surgery consult. 

Racing to the E.R., hoping to get there before the consult, I got to his room as he was talking with a friend (who is a surgeon) on the phone about bowel obstructions and surgery.

The next thing I knew, the surgeon was in the room telling us and the staff that we had to move quickly and there was "just a small window of time" he had to do surgery.


By this time I am thinking I am watching a very strange play unfold and I'm not really liking the story line. I would prefer to leave the theater and not even worry about getting my money back for the tickets.


In the blink of an eye - or rather a lot of grimacing pain, They rolled my husband into surgery.

Twenty four hours later, he is missing eight inches of his small intestines and has gone through a resection. He gets up like a woman after a hysterectomy and our biggest prayer today is that he starts, how shall I put it? "Passing wind." No small feat when your intestines have been pulled apart and staples back together.


I'm not really sure how to continue the story from here. Honestly? We had just spent time with some a couple who are dear, dear friends of ours. The husband has been diagnosed with Ocular melanoma. We came back after the visit and talked for a long time about papers that are in order, how much we love each other and pretty much broke down and cried for our friends. Two days later we are staring at each other wondering if that time of talking together was somewhat prophetic. I took a long, long walk today, feeling like we have skirted a horror story by the skin of our teeth. Thinking thoughts about Grace. That we all get grace, every single one of us. But maybe, could we share ours with our friends? Thinking thoughts along the lines of how is it that if our hope is Heaven, we spend so much time banging down the the doors praying and pleading to have more life here? 

All I can come up with is that life is incredibly fragile and once I think I have control over it, I have done a fabulous job of pulling the wool over my eyes. 

That, and the recognition that all we have is now. Just this moment. Then we get the next. And so on. And the realization of that is a gift because today,I want to be able to cement that in my mind.

So, right now, I watch my sweet husband give into pain killers and fall asleep, exhausted by the afternoon of walking three laps around the unit, brushing his teeth and visiting with some friends and colleagues.

 And I am grateful. 


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10 comments :

  1. Wow, what a week you have had and quite a wake up call, the wisdom of which you have expressed beautifully. It is indeed grace, every day.

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  2. Hugs to you both, so glad that he is gong to be ok and that you did have those moments when you told eachother just how much you were blessed to have one another. What a week for you... sending much love and prayers for his continued healing. HOpe Brenna has an amazing time at camp! love, t.xoxo

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  3. oh my gosh, what a fright, I send best wishes to you and hubby, I keep you both in my prayers, beautifully written,

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  4. What a wonderful story of love and how everything "fell into place" at just the right moments. The Universe was watching over each of you, preparing you and helping you through a difficult time. So glad you listened and talked about how to care for each other before it was needed. Too many times those whispers go unheard. I wish your husband quick healing, I wish how both many more happy years together!

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  5. What a night/day! Praying for you Lynn and his recovery!

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  6. Oh... So Grateful With you. Life is so fragile. Life is so precious. Thankful for your ability to put it all into words. You are both in my prayers. So Grateful.....

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  7. I am SO thankful that he is o.k. - very scary indeed. Thank you for being willing to share this part of your journey and reminding us that every moment we are able to spend with those we love and care about is precious and not to waste those moments - especially when an inventory is taken of how we sometimes spend our time on things that just don't matter in the BIG picture! xo, Kathleen

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  8. I'm so glad your husband is going to be okay, Lynn...it's so scary to go through something like that!... XO

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  9. Oh my goodness. That had to be so scary. Things can change in the blink of an eye. My thoughts and prayers go out to you and your husband.

    Big Hugs~

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  10. How I wish I had been here sooner! Lynn, I am just this minute seeing this. I will immediately pray for his complete recovery, even though I'm way late. I'm also so heart broken for your friends. "It" has caught up to us, I guess, this aging thing that brings uncertainty at every corner. Sometimes, (OK, often) I long for the days when I thought things like emergency surgery and friends with cancer were something remote from me. All I can do is trust and pray. How is your husband so far?

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