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My husband and I love to watch HGTV. Many of the programs show clients who say they are looking for their “forever home.” A place where they can put down roots and raise a…
March 22 was a day I will never forget! My husband had fallen a few days before that, got a lump on his head. The lump went down after a couple of hours and he felt okay. Because of the coronavirus and all the conflicting reports we heard, he decided it did not require him to call his doctor or go to the hospital. However, Sunday morning he got a terrible headache that would not go away and became nauseated.
I drove him to the local emergency room in our small town and they told me to go home while they checked him and they would then call me. About an hour later the doctor called and told me a CT scan had shown a brain bleed (a subdural hematoma). They were rushing him by ambulance to the larger hospital in the capital (about 20 miles away) and they had a neurosurgeon standing by to examine him.
What a day that was. I posted all the details of that day in my post:
What a week that was. By the end of the week it was clear he was going to live but the diagnosis for just how he would live was not clear. Because of the uncertainty of the future – and all the things they warned me could be, I posted what I thought would be my last post and prepared myself to take care of my husband.
But God had other plans!
It was amazing to me all the people around the country who began to pray for my husband. I will always be grateful for all the calls, texts and encouragement I received, including many from my family here at WordPress.
Things they warned me to prepare for:
On Wednesday after his surgery on Sunday a case manager called me to discuss transferring him to a nursing home or a rehab center.
But God had other plans!
Within 24 hours of that call (on Thursday) they called back and said they were going to transfer him from ICU to a step-down unit for a few days and then would send him to the rehab center in the hospital. I should anticipate at least seven to ten days of rehab therapy before any consideration could be given to bringing him home.
But God had other plans!
Within 24 hours of that call they informed me they were sending him directly to the in-hospital rehab center that day (Friday). They still were not sure how long he would have to be there.
On Tuesday the next week I got a wonderful call! I could bring my husband home on Wednesday – after only four days of rehab.
He came home looking very weak, very tired and clearly needed a walker to get around. The next week he could not stand bright lights, loud noises and complained of a constant headache. He was speaking but very slow and often had to stop to search for a word. It was a good thing for me to be able to give him my complete attention that week.
But God had other plans!
Every day he grew stronger. We went for followup therapy after a week. He had meetings with a speech therapist, an occupational therapist and a physical therapist.
Their verdict after 45 minutes to an hour with him.
Speech therapist – he needs no further therapy.
Occupational therapist – he needs no further therapy.
Physical therapist – he needs no further therapy.
They said to go home and just keep doing what he was doing.
Now – six weeks later:
I worried that he would never be able to go down to his art studio that he had worked all winter to create. He had painted a beautiful mural on the wall of the Rainbow Row in Charleston, South Carolina. We had enjoyed several weeks there a few years ago and we loved the whole area. He was just putting the finishing touches on it when he fell. Would he be able to do the stairs? Would he be able to paint again?
So thankful he is back in his studio and this was his first painting when he began again.
Being Scrabble addicts we have kept our scores since 2008 and are very competitive. Would he be able to still compete?
Yes! He is back and we are enjoying our competition.
What can I say? To God be the glory! Great things he has done!
Each day is truly a gift from God. We start each morning saying “Thank you God for another day!”
So – I’m back. Thank you to all you have followed me in the past and I hope you will continue to enjoy the “ramblings” of this Grandma as I continue!
What a week this has been! Sunday evening my husband was rushed into emergency surgery for a subdural hematoma. Because of the coronavirus I could not go to the hospital with him. At 3:30 that afternoon the surgeon’s assistant called me and told me they were doing emergency surgery and without the surgery my husband would not live. They promised to call me when the surgery was over. But hours later I still did not have a call.
I finally located ICU and found out that he had come out of surgery and was in a room in their Critical Care Unit. They assured me they would have the doctor call me.
It was not until 11 PM that a doctor called.
The week has been the most challenging I have ever experienced. Knowing my husband was in critical condition was bad enough but the fear that he might die without me present kept me awake.
However, I truly believe in the power of God when His people pray.
The earnest prayer of a righteous man has great power and produces wonderful results. James 5:16
Through my family, my church family and FB the word was put out there and prayers began all around the country.
Sunday evening he was near death’s door. Today – Friday he is out of ICU and in rehab. It is clear we have a ways to go – probably one or two more weeks in rehab and then work at home. But I am rejoicing – his speech is now slow but he can speak and he clearly understands. His right side is weak and he needs a walker but he can walk. With more prayers of God’s people and this therapy I’m believing for a complete and total recovery.
However, I realize that for a few weeks or months I will have to carry the burden of keeping our home going and will need to devote more time to him and his recovery.
Therefore, I will give up my blog. I don’t know if this will be a temporary thing or if I will resume later.
I want to thank all my followers for your kind comments and I have enjoyed many of your blogs also.
God bless you all!
Here’s my song for this time and season.
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.
Each Friday I have been posting about an old hymn or gospel song of the church.
This week as the news have been so full of the coronavirus and all the disturbing news associated with that, I thought of an old gospel song I have not heard in years.
There is so much misinformation out there, so much panic. In the midst of the questions of what will the next few weeks/months bring, this song is a comfort to me.
At 72 with diabetes and a minor heart issue I’m told I am in the group that is most susceptible to a fatal outcome if I should get the virus.
I am doing what I can to be wise and avoid crowds. Certainly I don’t want to get the virus.
I confess I worry about friends who have contacted the virus, about the young couples whose income is gone, about the elderly in nursing homes who cannot have family visitors now. I pray for the pressures of families with small children who are shut in 24/7.
But when fear begins to arise I remember this song. Whatever the future holds, I know the one who created all eternity.
Hope you also find it comforting.
Our country is experiencing a crisis most of us never thought possible. The panic that has caused stores to run out of toilet paper, hand sanitizers and eggs seems a little crazy. Yet the fear that we will not have enough – that we will get sick – and how will we pay the bills if we can’t work – that is real.
As a retired woman I do not face the difficulties many do. I do not have to go to work, I do not have to worry about not getting a pay check, I have no worries about child care for my children. Since it is just my husband and I our food supply should last a long time.
Still – a post I saw on FB this morning did make me laugh – but also make me realize I do need to take precautions.
That moment when you are worried about the elderly….then you realize you are the elderly.
Looking back at our country’s history we can see we have had tough times before. To name just a few:
We have always pulled together as a nation. Although we do see some craziness as a few people have been fighting over supplies at Costco and other stores, I have seen so many reaching out to support others.
My own church is putting together food items to pass out this week for those who might need them. Teachers are working on line setting up places for children at home to continue with their studies. Medical professionals are putting their own lives at risk to take care of the sick. Truck drivers and workers stocking grocery store shelves are working hard to keep up with the demand.
Again a post on FB says it all:
And all of a sudden, farmers, truck drivers and those who wear jeans to work are the most important people in the world.
At Wal-Mart yesterday I saw a woman struggling to count out her money to pay for her groceries. It was clear she did not have enough to pay for it all. Before anyone could say anything, the woman in front of me asked the cashier how much the customer lacked. Told she was short $25, she pulled out her credit card and said “I’ll take care of it.”
So – hopefully this crisis will continue to bring out the best in us all.
Because I have hope in the goodness of the average American, I do not despair. But even more my hope rests in the Lord. At 72, I have had my share of problems but this song states exactly how I face this new difficulty in our land.
I pray you have also found it to be true and that your hope will rest ultimately not in our government but in our Lord.
I have been posting each Friday on one of the old hymns/gospel songs of the church. The hymn selected this week is very appropriate as we are in the Lent season looking forward to Good Friday and Resurrection Sunday.
Almost every hymnal published in the last 50 years or so has this song in its collection. No one knows exactly who should get credit for the song but it is believed to be rooted in the African-American spirituals.
Each stanza asks a question:
These questions are, of course, rhetorical questions. Obviously none of us were there when Jesus was crucified or rose from the grave.
These questions are meant to help us recall those events that the disciples wrote about. At this time of year, these questions are good for us to ponder as we remember what this season is all about.
For slaves in America, this song carried even more meaning. It comforted them to remember that Jesus Christ knew their suffering and just as God was with Jesus on the cross, He was with them in the midst of their great suffering. They could truly relate to the pain and sorrow the first verses of this song portray. The hope that Jesus rose again no doubt gave them hope that some day the chains of slavery would be lifted and they would know true freedom.
Many music stars have recorded this song including Johnny Cash, Phil Keaggy, Marion Williams, Harry Belafonte, and Neil Tennant.
As you listen to this song, I hope you will take a few minutes to reflect on the questions asked and remember the great price Jesus paid for our spiritual freedom.
“Salvation is free, but it came at a great cost.”
If you have missed them, check out my other posts on the old gospel songs/hymns.
Last year I shared how my youngest granddaughter uses her imagination and pulls me into her “make-believe” world as she plays with the toy animals my husband gave her a few years ago.
Last week she stayed with us as her parents were out of town on work-related trips. I thought we had covered every possible scenario for these animals. But she came up with another great idea.
She also has a stuffed character that we named Willie who has played with her for years. (I, of course, have had to be the voice for Willie.)
We opened a fashion store and Willie was the owner/designer. Each of the twelve animals came into the store and told Willie what accessory they were looking for.
Each animal had a special request.
Willie soon went to work and designed each item. (That means Zoe and Grandma drew designs on paper and cut them out.)
After a few hours (actually only a few minutes but time passes fast in our imaginary world), the animals returned for their accessories.
After paying Willie with their credit card (and Willie pointed out to each one that their card was about to expire so they needed to check on that) they put on their scarves, boots, and coats.
Everyone was very happy with Willie’s design and predicted that he will soon be a famous star in the New York fashion world.
There seem to be so many articles out there on the web and in sermons today on the importance of believing in God when we pray….the importance of our words.
The Bible is clear that we need to believe in God when we express our petitions to Him. Even science tells us that what we think – what we speak does affect us. It is true that constant negativity will lead to depression and discouragement.
Having said that, I think we can take this “faith” issue to an extreme. A friend once told me to never say I was sick or depressed or worried. To her that displayed a lack of faith in God.
To me that is just a mind game.
I’m sick, I’m depressed, I’m worried, but if I don’t say it, if I don’t acknowledge I have some doubt, God will never know. He will answer my prayer because He will think what great faith I have. NOT!
If God is our Father, then isn’t it better to have a honest, open relationship with Him? A loving father would be one to whom we could express our deepest feelings and one who would love us and do what He could to help us with those feelings that are not good for us.
I’m so thankful that I believe God loves me not because I am such a great woman of faith, but because I am his daughter.
In the Bible a father brought his child to Jesus to be healed. When Jesus responded that all things were possible to one who believed, the man’s answer is one I have often prayed. “Lord, I believe. Help my unbelief.”
I think of the early church that was gathered in prayer when Peter was put in prison. In answer to their prayers, an angel came and rescued Peter. Hurrying to the place where the church was meeting, when Peter knocked at the door and a servant girl told those praying that Peter was at the door, they did not believe her.
Obviously they were praying with a lot of doubt. One could not really blame them. Just a few days earlier the disciple James had been put in prison and then beheaded. They had to be in fear that Peter also would suffer the same fate. In spite of doubts, they prayed and God answered.
Sometimes I pray with great faith fully expecting God to grant my request. Sometimes I pray with great doubt, afraid. But in both circumstances I pray.
I think perhaps that is the greatest faith. To pray to God and to trust that He in His wisdom will do what is best. To realize I don’t always have the answers and my ways may not be what is best.
Years ago when I met my oncologist for the first time and he told me the odds were not in my favor, the words from Psalm 23 went through my mind. “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil, for you are with me.”
When God brought that verse to my memory at that moment I wondered:
I did not know which alternative He had for me, but what I did know was the verse told me I did not need to fear for He would be with me.
So – when I pray, I pray with trust that He is in control and that He will do what is best for me – and that I may not always know what is best. So – I pray and leave the results to Him.
My confidence, my faith is in who He is – not in how strong a believer I am.
It’s Friday – time again for a post on the old church hymns.
This week as I thought about what song to write one very old hymn came to mind.
So I ask – What picture do you see when you think of God?
From reading the Bible I have found some unusual pictures.
The writer of today’s hymn saw God as a mighty fortress – a place of protection and shelter from those who would seek to harm us.
It is believed the writer based the song on verses from Psalm 46 that say “God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea.” Twice in the Psalm the writer says “The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge.”
The writer of this song, Martin Luther, was hiding in exile from Pope Leo X after nailing a list of grievances against the Catholic Church to the door of the church at Wittenberg, Germany. Given 24 hours to renounce his 95 Theses, Luther apologized for any disrespect he may have shown the Pope or the church, but refused to renounce his beliefs. Tradition is that Luther said “Here I stand, I can do no other.”
Forced into hiding after the trial, Luther lived for over a year at Wartburg Castle. Few knew where he was – many thought he was dead. When you look at pictures of the castle, you can see where his experience in hiding there might also have contributed to the words of this old hymn.
Perhaps he had this castle and his stay there in mind as well as the Scriptures as he wrote this hymn.
Although few churches sing this hymn now with no doubt the exception of the Lutheran churches, its verses still encourage us when we realize that God truly is our source of strength in times of trouble.
A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing;
Our helper He, amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing.
Did we in our own strength confide,
our striving would be losing,
were not the right man on our side,
the man of God’s own choosing.
Dost ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is he;
Lord Sabaoth, his name,
from age to age the same,
and he must win the battle.
No doubt today’s church goers probably have no idea what Lord Sabaoth even means. When speaking of God as a mighty fortress this title is very appropriate.
It means “the LORD of hosts.” It speaks of God’s military strength. It was the name David used when speaking to the giant Goliath. David told him “You come to me with a sword, and with a spear, and with a shield: but I come to thee in the name of the LORD of hosts (Lord Sabaoth).”
Although the song is no longer used much in our churches, I hope you will take a moment to listen and be encouraged that our God is able to deliver us, to give us strength in times of trouble.