I knew it! Knew it, knew it, knew it! Hospitals ALWAYS make you wait till you’re practically stir-crazy.
I was supposed to go home around noon today, after a night’s sleep in the recovery room, as they laughingly call it. We just re-entered our living room ten minutes ago.
This time it was “shaving” the prostrate gland. They might be able to take away the catheter in a week or so. But coming up fast on the outside track is the colon cancer operation. The doctors don’t seem to be too worried about that. Then again, it’s not their colon.
I feel like a shipwreck victim. I wonder if I’ll find a message in a bottle.
Thanks to all of you who made prayers for me today.
I’ve been praying all day and I’ll keep on praying.
Thanks–it was a lot harder than we expected.
You prevailed over another step. Thankfully, they are confident about the colon operation. You’ll prevail on that one, too.
When it comes to today’s medical community, they make you feel like you are trapped, a victim of circumstance. They want you to take this biological and that one for the rest of your life, plus an experimental shot here and there along the way. Hey, we just want to be healed in Jesus Name like in the Bible.
So glad you are home!
Lee, In thinking and praying about your grueling travails, I suddenly remembered the song we used to sing when we were kids: “I love to keep hitting my head on the wall; / It feels so good when I stop.” In some ways, it’s the same way with hospitals: No matter how sick we are, or in how much pain, when we finally get home from the hospital it feels so good to sleep in our own bed again. Believe me, I know. And Erlene (for whom I also pray constantly) probably knows as well.
(I hope you don’t mind my sardonic New York humor. Sometimes it’s the only thing that keeps us going.)
Yes, I fully understand this whole situation. Although my condition is obviously far different from your, but the hospital situation sounds quite similar, and I am really getting fed up. They have all these “miracle treatments and remedies and “cures” that cure nothing.
Hang in there, depend on the kind prayers of others and your own, and may God’s will be done.
I hope He can see how tired and messed-up I am today.
He sees everything we go through, and He is gracious and loving. Prayers keep on until this whole thing is resolved.
I am just so dead tired of being sick.