A DIXIE UPDATE 12 11:30 pm ~ 15 March. We begin the eighth day of the rest of our lives as usual, with devotional readings and prayer. But it is a quiet morning. It had not been a good night. I glance at the nightstand by her bed. The pain meds that had been laid out the night before, just in case, were gone. Dixie is not feeling well. She does not complain. Sometimes I wish she would do so more. It would be easier to gauge how things are going for her. But she is tough. Always has been. Doesnt plan to stop anytime soon. She is also beautiful. Unique. And now very fragile. As I conclude the last reading, she voices discouragement that her body is not responding to (her) plan. Eating is something she finds difficult to do. A few sips of smoothie, some water, and not much else. The very idea of eating is upsetting. In the afternoon, we slip out the 99th Avenue exit for the first time since coming home. Around to the front entrance on 100th. Not the 2.8 miles in 15 minutes of a month ago. A small exercise. A little fresh air. All good, but leaving her exhausted. One of our neighbors, a retired Naval officer sees us from his window and sends word that if he sees us walking tomorrow, he will hang out the flag. Cant buy that kind of support! She is sleeping as I write. We are in a kind of holding pattern, where conflicting ideas and thought patterns and uncertainties await the next storm, not sure from what direction, or what is ahead, but knowing we are about to leave the peaceful center, and touch the other side of what weve just passed through. Protect me, O God, for I have taken shelter in you. I say to the LORD, You are the Lord, my only source of well-being. ~ Psalm 16:1,2 8:00 pm ~ 16 March. Sunday. Today is better. Our spirits are up. Nothing appreciable is changed. We still wait. No difference yet in body function. Still losing weight. Michele drops by and today we three walk the full circumference of the property around our building. A bit of yogurt. A scrambled egg. A half cup of coffee with milk and sugar. Linda L. drops off some chick flicks for Dixie and a slice of birthday cake for me. Lisa S. Drops off flowers. In between, we measure meds and pain pills and the daily shot, Dixie rests. All in all a good day. From both of us, please accept a round of grateful thanks to all whove sent cards or flowers to Dixie these past few days. And for the amazing prayers of friends and strangers around the world. Do we have Gods ear? On the day of Dixies surgery, we left our home at 4:30 in the morning, heading for the hospital. At that very hour (we later learn from cards received), my 90+-year-old-aunt in eastern Washington state and a dear woman in our former pastorate in California, two saints whove never met in this life, are awakened from their sleep with a holy urgency to go to prayer on Dixies behalf. They begin a day and are eventually joined by hundreds of others, covering my wife in prayer from that day to this. It is this awareness of God at work that gives us hope and strength. On Tuesday at 4:00 pm, we return to the UWMC for a post-operative visit with Dr Park. Blessings.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 04:57:30 +0000
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