Jim called at 7. Said he woke at 3 when his roommate called for the nurse. Then later he had pain in his back, so asked for pain shot. At 4:30 he had x-ray of abdomen, followed by labs and vitals. He was waiting to see the doctor.
My Scripture reading this morning:
"My soul, wait silently for God alone, For my expectation is from Him. He only is my rock and my salvation; He is my defense; I shall not be moved. In God is my salvation and my glory; the rock of my strength. And my refuge is in God." (Psalm 62:5-7)
I write:
Is it the doctor
Is it the plumber
Is it the results
that we -- impatient --
wait
Perhaps
But more likely
it is God
alone
for whom we wait.
Silent
with tears streaming
down our faces
voices distraught
with the mess
of the day(s)
previous
and current
a moment yet to come
this day or another
God holds.
Our trust
does not waiver
It is with Him
He is the one constant
that stays
Our expectation
is for better
but better or best
comes to us
through God's strength
received
according to His will
The Lord is with us
every step
every direction
left or right
up or down
surrounding us
Remember Him
at the forefront
Do not be moved.
(c) Cathy Orrick Luders
Jim called again at 8:45 a.m. Dr. Jason Tcheng was in. The x-ray continues to show blockage. They were hoping the obstruction would resolve itself. Dr. Tcheng said they may do a scope tomorrow - a small incision in the abdomen. Depending upon what is seen, it could turn into surgery, with a larger incision, to take care of the bowel obstruction. Jim hopes he will have some answers by the time I get there after work tonight.
A poem sent by my friend Lorraine - it is written by Amy Carmichael, who died in 1951.
Thy Way Is Perfect
Long is the way, and very steep the slope,
Strengthen me once again, O God of hope.
Far, very far, the summit doth appear;
But Thou art near my God, but Thou art near.
And Thou wilt give me with my daily food,
Powers of endurance, courage, fortitude
Thy way is perfect; only let that way
Be clear before my feet from day to day.
Thou art my Portion, saith my soul to Thee,
O what a Portion is my God to me.
~~~~~
Jim has lost his left contact ... in the hospital room's bathroom. Another has been ordered - probably be here Monday.
Nearly 1 p.m. -- Jim called a few minutes ago. Drs. Parekh and Yerkes were both in. They plan to do a scope Thursday, but at this moment don't have a time. They may be able to give him a better idea later today. If the obstruction is twisted, it can be untwisted via the scope. If it is more extensive, they will remove the small intestine and be under general anesthesia. He would be in the hospital another 7 days.
It is after 11 p.m. We still do not know a time. Perhaps tomorrow morning we will know something definite.
My Scripture reading this morning:
"My soul, wait silently for God alone, For my expectation is from Him. He only is my rock and my salvation; He is my defense; I shall not be moved. In God is my salvation and my glory; the rock of my strength. And my refuge is in God." (Psalm 62:5-7)
I write:
Is it the doctor
Is it the plumber
Is it the results
that we -- impatient --
wait
Perhaps
But more likely
it is God
alone
for whom we wait.
Silent
with tears streaming
down our faces
voices distraught
with the mess
of the day(s)
previous
and current
a moment yet to come
this day or another
God holds.
Our trust
does not waiver
It is with Him
He is the one constant
that stays
Our expectation
is for better
but better or best
comes to us
through God's strength
received
according to His will
The Lord is with us
every step
every direction
left or right
up or down
surrounding us
Remember Him
at the forefront
Do not be moved.
(c) Cathy Orrick Luders
Jim called again at 8:45 a.m. Dr. Jason Tcheng was in. The x-ray continues to show blockage. They were hoping the obstruction would resolve itself. Dr. Tcheng said they may do a scope tomorrow - a small incision in the abdomen. Depending upon what is seen, it could turn into surgery, with a larger incision, to take care of the bowel obstruction. Jim hopes he will have some answers by the time I get there after work tonight.
A poem sent by my friend Lorraine - it is written by Amy Carmichael, who died in 1951.
Thy Way Is Perfect
Long is the way, and very steep the slope,
Strengthen me once again, O God of hope.
Far, very far, the summit doth appear;
But Thou art near my God, but Thou art near.
And Thou wilt give me with my daily food,
Powers of endurance, courage, fortitude
Thy way is perfect; only let that way
Be clear before my feet from day to day.
Thou art my Portion, saith my soul to Thee,
O what a Portion is my God to me.
~~~~~
Jim has lost his left contact ... in the hospital room's bathroom. Another has been ordered - probably be here Monday.
Nearly 1 p.m. -- Jim called a few minutes ago. Drs. Parekh and Yerkes were both in. They plan to do a scope Thursday, but at this moment don't have a time. They may be able to give him a better idea later today. If the obstruction is twisted, it can be untwisted via the scope. If it is more extensive, they will remove the small intestine and be under general anesthesia. He would be in the hospital another 7 days.
It is after 11 p.m. We still do not know a time. Perhaps tomorrow morning we will know something definite.
