We really thought dad was on his way up, that after two postitive days in a row he was really heading in the right direction.
And then we came crashing down again.
Dad was transferred today to a medical floor. Not the ICU, but a floor that is better equiped to deal with his medical issues. It turns out he has a urinary tract infection, an ear infection, and a blood infection. His fever has not gotten worse, thank God, but his blood pressure spiked in the middle of the night which alerted doctors that something was wrong. Although his chest x-ray showed that his lungs are improving, other issues have taken over, issues that the spinal cord floor is just not equipped to deal with.
Despite all the commotion and disappointment, dad was very peaceful today...smiling even. Maybe it's the drugs, or maybe he's become immune to the roller coaster ride of "recovery" where every step forward is sure to be followed by setbacks and frustration. I like to believe that in the midst of the infections galore, God was holding dad's hand and giving him comfort. Whatever the reason, dad was okay today.
But days like these take the biggest toll on mom, who is there everyday on the same roller coaster ride but without the luxury of constant anti-anxiety medication. It's very hard for her to finally think she's getting her husband back, only to arrive this morning to such frustrating news. Just when you think you've been through the worst of it, you're thrown back into the pit.
The prayer vigil could not come at a better time. Dad is not out of it yet. Now he is battling numerous infections which will put his rehab on hold....for the umpteenth time. We can't see the end yet, but for some reason God still wants us on our knees, completely helpless. He wants dad in the hospital longer, He wants us trusting more, He wants us to have more teachable hearts.
Give us those teachable hearts, God. And if it's Your will, heal our Pops. And for crying out loud, some more uphills on this roller coaster would be much appreciated. Hmmm...am I teachable yet?.....
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I am holding Pat and your family up in prayer and I check in every day. I don't know any of you but my prayers are with you.
How heartbreaking for everyone to have a couple of good days...only to have another step back. It reminds me of how wondrously our Father created us...how intricately and complicated He made our bodies. Prayers continue...
From Joni Earekson Tada--
Holiness in Hidden Places
"Though there's a majestic and powerful beauty on the surface of the ocean, there's even more beauty when you dive beneath the waves--luxuriant seaweed swaying gracefully...,small fish darting here and there,...a world that's quiet and deep.
When you dive beneath the surface things of God, you also discover an endless calm--a world of divine life that is quiet and deep. There,in the depths,God will reveal a quiet and gentle kind of of interior beauty.
In quietness and confidence shall be your strenth. Isaiah 30:15
love and prayers, linda lentz
today, specifically, is 'pray for stearns'(aka jeannie) day! yep.....that's what today will be for me!!! i love ya' stearns! arch
I may only be 11 years old, but I want everyone to know that I pray for Pat at breakfast,lunch, dinner and every second in between
Still reading your "blog" every day, Amy.......still sending tons of hugs and warm wishes to all of you.....especially your mom.....sigh. Thanks for taking the time to keep us all informed on your pop's progress. He IS making progress.....even if it's one baby step at a time.......keep the faith.
Marlee
I hope Pat gets well and I lift your family up to god.
How wonderful it was to read today's blog...where your Pops was his old self. I meant to write the other day about him learning to do things with his young grandkids...
like writing. It brought back fun memories for me of my grandmother. She only went to 3rd grade and could not write well and certainly couldn't spell but she wrote to me anyway and I LOVED every letter. Grandpa might be surprised how the little ones would love his company at the table...even with crayons.
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