What a difference a day makes!
Yesterday morning when I woke up I posted a verse from the Psalms:
This is the day the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it.
Since we could not go to church I was thinking that I could complain about the restrictions right now with the virus, or I could choose to praise God for another day of life.
Looking forward to time with my husband – doing our devotion, playing Scrabble, watching an old movie.
He fixed me breakfast as he always does and I put on a meal in our crock pot – Barbara’s hash – a meal he loves.
A few hours before lunch time he came up from his studio in the basement and complained of a headache and took a Tylenol. I was concerned because earlier this week he had fallen in the basement and hit his head. Normally we would have gone to the ER for a checkup, but with the virus scare we were hearing not to go the ER unless it really was an emergency.
We decided to wait and see if he had any symptoms of a concussion – headache, nausea, confusion. He had not shown any symptoms until Saturday when he complained of a headache. He took a Tylenol and it went away so he still felt we should not go to the ER.
But yesterday after taking two Tylenol the headache was only getting worse and he began to feel nauseate. Hurrying to the ER they would not let me go in with him. Told me to go home and they would call me.
About an hour later the doctor called to tell me my husband’s brain was bleeding. They were sending him by ambulance down to a larger hospital where they would have a neurosurgeon examine him. I rushed to the hospital and pleaded with them to let me see him. Seeing this old woman in tears, they finally gave me a mask, sanitized my hands and let me in to say goodbye before they took him away. I confess the thought crossed my mind “would this be the last time I would see him?”
An hour later the surgeon called me saying they had to do immediate surgery or he would die. There was blood in the cavity between his brain and his skull causing terrible pressure. He was losing his ability to speak.
What a difference a day makes!
While I had anticipated watching an old movie with him that evening, instead I waited anxiously for a report from the doctor. They had said they would call me after the surgery but it was 11 that night before I got a call.
He made it through the surgery and is in CCU now. All signs are that he is going to live, but until they remove the incubator and cut back on the sedation they have been giving him, we don’t know if any damage has been done.
So – unable to go to sleep, and in such overwhelming sorrow that I cannot be with him in this terrible time, I remembered that verse I posted earlier in the day.
Regardless of what the day has brought, this is still the day God has made. He was not surprised by the events of today. He is with my husband. He is my hope, my anchor.
I could not help but remember when my first husband was killed in an accident. But I remembered that God was with me then.
I trust Him that he is with my husband and me and I pray for a complete recovery.
I’m amazed and blessed at all the people praying.
Regardless of what the days to come bring me this song I know is true.