Friday morning was fantastic. The procedure went beautifully. Recovery was flawless. Smiles were on the nurse’s and doctor’s faces. Birds were singing. Rainbows and unicorns.
That was Friday morning. The calm before the storm.
At the hotel, Beth lost her balance and fell. In her weakened state, she was unable to catch herself before hitting the floor. Falling backwards, she hit her lower back and then her head. She never lost consciousness. I asked her all kinds of questions as I tried to think clearly myself. In a panicked frenzy, I picked up the phone, hit the emergency button, and before I could say “911″, there were three hotel employees toting oxygen tanks and a siren in the distance.
For the record, if you’re going to fall, there’s no better place than in a hotel attached to a major cancer center. A cancer center in the middle of a medical district. A medical district in the middle of one of the largest cities in the US. Just sayin’.
After a few short minutes, two of the biggest dudes I have ever seen came in and took charge.
“Hello, sir. My name is Zeus and this is my partner Thor. Can you tell us what happened?”
“Uh…she was..and I was…uh…”
“Fear not, puny mortal. We will take it from here. You can ride in the back of the ambulance.”
“Can I do the siren?”
“Negative. Only those with biceps the size of briskets are allowed to.”
With razor sharp efficiency, they loaded her up and we were taken to MD Anderson’s Emergency Center. After observation, medicine, hydration, x-rays, and a CT scan it was determined that all is okay. No harm done.
We spent the night in the EC and headed back to our home away from home. Beth never could get comfortable and the nausea was relentless. After hours of nausea, vomiting, and pain I called the doctor and he sent us back to the emergency center. We were admitted to the hospital where we are at this moment. The storm continues.
Jesus did some of His best work during storms. The disciples could only see the wind and the waves when they awoke the Master. The adulterous woman could only see the angry mob and the stones in their hands when they brought her before Jesus. The grieving sisters could only see the tomb of their dead brother, Lazarus, when He came into town. With a firm voice, Jesus shifted their eyes to what they were not seeing. They were all so focused on their circumstances, they couldn’t see that the Creator of the universe was standing right next to them.
His best work is when He draws our attention off the problem and onto Himself. With a commanding voice, He tells the wind to stop, the condemned to go free, and the dead to rise. He reminds us that He is there. He is in control. Fear not.
I needed His voice today. He spoke through the doctors and nurses. A still small voice that whispers, “fear not” could be heard.
The medical theory is her abdomen is still agitated from Friday’s stent procedure. The doctor ordered strong anti-nausea medication to help her rest until the swelling subsided. The clinical trial will most likely be delayed a bit until we have cleared this hurdle. She has not been removed from the trial. We just need to ride out the storm.
And riding a storm isn’t so bad when the Master is in the boat.