Father Knows Best

Who remembers the old TV program, Father Knows Best? Our family watched it from time to time. You just don’t see families like that on TV anymore. Ah, but I digress.

It’s been several days since I felt like logging any activity, and frankly I don’t really feel like it right now. But here goes.

First off, how can I even begin to enumerate the friends and family who have been praying for me? It is humbling. THANK YOU, each and every one!

Secondly, having Mark and Ingrid be my eyes, ears, mouth, during the whole process has been so incredibly helpful. I appreciate them so much! If you are on FB (or perhaps Instagram), you are no doubt up to speed on the happenings of the last five days or so.

Thirdly, although they will probably never see this, I want to publicly thank my surgical team and hospital team. God was so good to get me in to a specialty surgeon. This particular surgeon is so well known around the hospital that he has his own set of supplies to treat his patients, lovingly called “The Salti Pack.” He has hand chosen a wing of the hospital to care for his patients. Thank You, Lord, for good care.

Okay, so when we make a Christmas list, we’d like everything on it, but don’t always get what we want. Father knows best. The surgery was more complicated than expected. But the mucocele DID stay intact, praise God! As of yet, we don’t know about malignancy, so still praying that God would be merciful and gracious with this request. Other than some nausea, I didn’t have major concerns with the anesthetic. 

It takes a while for the digestive system to “wake up” after a surgery like this. I’m still in a slight bit of pain, but I get a really cool cover for my incision, as well as a waist binder to hold me together (I admittedly was singing “Breath of Heaven, Hold Me Together” from time to time.) Please pray for the nausea to abate and that I can tolerate what I need for nourishment.

For the time being, my diet has to be very restrictive: all soft foods for at least a month. That’s quite a shift from what I’ve been eating, so care is the name of the game. We’re trying to think of things that fit this new requirement. 

I am thankful to be home. Thankful for electric recliners! And thankful for Christmas music. 

As I have to constantly preach to myself about shifting the “what ifs” to “even ifs”, I also have to remind myself that Father Knows Best!

 

Gratitude List BEFORE Surgery

1. Almighty God knows what I need 

2. God has the power to provide peace, comfort, protection, and healing

2. Praying family and friends

3. An expert surgical team

4. A daughter and husband who will give up their time to accompany me before surgery

5.  This stuff … that I’m supposed to start drinking at 5:15 tomorrow morning, and another one at 1 PM … oh my!

My Christmas List

Where shall I start?

Today has been a gorgeous fall/meteorological winter day! Sunshine. Mild. And God’s hands have been all over my day. 

A month or more ago I gathered the Christmas lists for kids and grandkids and had fun pressing links for Christmas presents. Shipping here, there, and everywhere.

Then I wrote a short Christmas letter to send to those few with whom we don’t have contact through Facebook. A small group indeed. In that letter, I wrote a line that will probably haunt me for a while: Neither one of us have been hospitalized, praise God!

Hmmmmm

In early fall, I had begun having discomfort on the right side of my abdomen. No sharp pains, so I wasn’t concerned about appendicitis. But it felt like bloating and pressure, so I started consulting “Dr. Google.” I think we all have a love/hate relationship with Dr. Google.

I let it go for a couple of months, and noticed that I could palpably feel a mass deep on my right side. Still no real pain.

But right about this time, Mark’s sister came to visit. This is important in several ways. A couple of weeks before she came down from Minnesota, she was diagnosed with stage 4 liver cancer. We were all shocked and praying. Because of her painful symptoms, she encouraged me (no, she pushed me!) to at least go to my general practitioner to get it checked out.

Forward to November 22. My GP felt the mass and suggested that it could be a hernia, but she sent through a referral for a CT scan. I felt in no hurry, and scheduled it for Tuesday, December 5. Mind you, I’m writing this on Friday, December 8.

My Chart is an incredible tool. Scheduling, messaging, test results … and all in a flash! 

Bottom line of the CT results: consult a surgeon.

Five and a half years ago, I went through major surgery for breast cancer, and my surgeon was the best! Dr. Klade. She is a general surgeon, so I thought it appropriate to schedule with her. I got a time slot for Thursday, December 7. Amazing.

After showing me what she saw on the CT scan, she cautioned me that this could be more major than just an appendectomy. She told me of a surgeon who was well known for this kind of surgery: Dr. George Salti. She volunteered to call him as I was leaving her office, and … shocker … he had left me a message before I even got back home. 

“I will get you in on Friday.”

Okay, now the wheels are spinning awfully fast, but that’s definitely an answer to prayer.

So at 10:30 this morning, I met Dr. Salti, the surgical oncologist. Something about “oncology” is foreboding. His demeanor is caring. He is an expert in the field of complex internal oncology surgery. And once again, we looked at the CT scan.

A mucocele tumor attached to the appendix. The danger is rupture. God has been gracious to get me this far!

As of right now, the doctor does not think it is cancer, but only pathology after surgery will rule that out.

And again, a major blessing that he would get me in for surgery … Tuesday, the 12th.

Surgery was NOT on my Christmas list! But God has moved schedules to get this taken care of, and even though I can tend to worry, deep down I know Who holds me for now and eternity! 

What IS on my Christmas list is a prayer request:

• That the mucocele will stay intact.
• That I have no adverse side effects from the anesthesia and antibiotics (I’ve had issues before).
• That the mass is benign.
• That no resection of the colon would be necessary.
• That there be no infection.
• That my heart and head would remember God’s power, provision, and love for me.
• That I would be a godly representative to all with whom I come in contact.

Thank you! Now … what’s on your Christmas list?

Groanings to the Father through the Spirit

It has been a LONG time, blogging friends! I am more prone to “micro-blog” via Facebook, but this was just too long.

Last night was one of those nights I couldn’t stay asleep. Unfortunately, when I’m wide awake in the middle of the night, my default is to check Facebook. I’m sort of glad I did.

Although I don’t know the circumstances, I can guess. An acquaintance from long ago had posted that her 30-year-old daughter passed away that day. Crushing. Horrific. No words can help.

My first thought was Romans 12:5. Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn.

But then, when I couldn’t sleep, and I had exhausted what I knew to pray for this heartbroken mama, the words of what’s known as “The Lord’s Prayer” just kept playing on repeat in my head. 

About the third time around, I started breaking down the parts of Jesus’ prayer. I don’t ever want to take Scripture out of context or make it say something it doesn’t, so I pray that the Spirit will change whatever words are not in keeping.

OUR FATHER

    LORD, thank You that You have chosen me to be Your child through the sacrifice of Your Son Jesus. This allows me to call You my Father. What an unmerited honor.

WHO ART IN HEAVEN

    You are the Creator of all the universe. Nothing in the created world can house You. Our physical skies are not truly Heaven. Your dwelling place is beyond human comprehension.

HALLOWED BE THY NAME.

    You are wholly set apart: holy. Your name cannot even be expressed by Your chosen people. You are utterly perfect and can abide no sin. I am not to take Your name lightly or disrespectfully. You say You are the great I AM … same yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

THY KINGDOM COME,

    We ask that You come quickly, Lord. You are the Sovereign, to Whom we owe our very lives and Who is omnipresent, omniscient, omnipotent, all-loving, and all-wise. We want that Kingdom to be established.

THY WILL BE DONE ON EARTH AS IT IS IN HEAVEN.

    You have shown us Your will in Your Word. I ask to be a willing participant in that will…that I would seek and follow Your will, just as the heavenly beings do Your will.

GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY BREAD,

    I tend to want more than I need. But You have given me everything I need for each day. That is enough.

AND FORGIVE US OUR DEBTS AS WE FORGIVE OUR DEBTORS.

    This very much sounds like an “if-then” statement. I’ve been forgiven much. I owe it to all around me to give them that same grace and mercy. Conversely, am I forfeiting forgiveness if I fail to forgive others?

LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION, BUT DELIVER US FROM EVIL

    I know that You do not tempt anyone to sin. I am asking that You lead me AROUND and THROUGH temptation so that evil (or the evil one) cannot get its claws into my life. I do not want to trample on the grace and mercy You have shown me.

FOR THINE IS THE KINGDOM, AND THE POWER, AND THE GLORY FOREVER!

    Oh for the day when I see that Heavenly Kingdom! You alone have the power to get me there through the blood of Jesus. He glorified You. He asked that I, too, would glorify You. Eternally!

AMEN

    I agree. I concur. Your will be done. 

I’m praying for this woman’s heartache on the loss of her daughter. I cannot afford (nor can you, dear reader) to go a single day without accepting the gift of salvation that ONLY comes through Jesus’ sacrifice on our behalf. There is no other way. Don’t turn your back, or fall for the “all roads lead to heaven” lie. There is no “rest in peace” for those apart from Jesus.

And if you don’t know what to say … The Spirit translates our groanings that have no appropriate words.