During my nine hours of dialysis a week, I've decided to use that time to pray for all of you that prayed for me and it brings me great peace. God is good. I would ask for continued prayer for my wife who has been my greatest source of strength. She came to the hospital practically every single day, even when I told her it wasn't necessary. It was always so good to see her. I'm a lot to take care of...a full time job...and she's never complained. Pray she never has to...between feedings, meds, dressing, carting me around, and the bowel program (referred to as 'quality time' by the Froedtert nurses). Jean has been forced to become a caregiving nurse and she's done it in style...a real trooper. She absolutely amazes me. You can also pray for continued healing for me as I have a lot of nerve pain in my left arm, which isn't necessarily a bad thing since it might mean there is healing and the nerves may reconnect which would mean more use of my left arm. You can also pray that my kidneys continue to regain function to I could reduce or get off of dialysis. Believe it or not, I'm still trying to pass a swallow test. By now I'm so used to having my meals squirted into me through a tube that I really don't miss eating that much. And Jean doesn't mind the tube because it means she doesn't have to cook! So I'm not sure I want to pass the swallow test...we'll see....leave it up to God, He knows best.
This blog thing is amazing. So many people have come up to me and said, "You don't know me, but I've been praying for you and following the blog daily." It's quite incredible. My kids decided to start it as a means to keep people up to date with my injury, but thanks to my daughter Amy it has turned out to be a life-changing blessing to more people than I can imagine. Thank you Amy.
I want you all to know that I'm doing well. I won't say that there haven't been some down days, but I never really got angry. The nurses even commented that I never got angry. And that's, I believe, due to your prayers and God's mercy. I'm getting over waking up with my mind thinking I'm normal and then realizing I'm a quad. Every day is easier. And I've talked to a number of quads that have said it only gets better. So I do what my daughter Amy tells me...choose joy, Pops. So that's what I do...I make a choice to rejoice.
And there are some advantages to being a quad. I don't have to help anybody move, or lift heavy objects, and I do get perks from Froedtert like Brewers tickets and pit passes to this year's Milwaukee Mile. I was within spitting distance of Danika Patrick. And, of course, the rock star parking is nice.
God gave me 56 wonderful years upright and active, so now I'll be a spectator and an observer. I'm already sleeping better, and I'm not in such a hurry to keep busy. So it's not all bad. I used to pray in a rush on the way to work...always in a hurry, never enough time. Now, I pray with no hurry, no rush, I talk to God like he's my friend. I ask Him why, and He hasn't told me yet. And right now I don't care. I will see Him in heaven, whole again for eternity, and that's what matters.
I hope that we have glorified God through our family. Nothing would make me more joyful. Well, I guess this is the end of this part of the story. If I start walking, we'll let you know. Thank you again from the very bottom of my heart. I love all of you and will continue to pray. God is good. Amen.