This morning we said goodbye to Madison for a bit. We certainly prayed once again, and soon we were dropping Madison off at school. She was doing fine with all the information coming to her - tonight she'll sleep at home with Nana and Ba-Ba, probably the first time she's spent the night without either Mommy or Daddy in the house.
We went to the hospital right after dropping her off at school. It's a fairly lengthy check-in process, but it helped to see one of the doctors there who goes to Free Chapel. Furthermore, we had some precious friends show up. Camille and Cindi Barrett came this morning, as did Chris and Erin Smith. Also, Pastor Lance showed up, and Pastor Dwayne. Mommy saw everyone before going under, and before being rolled away for surgery. It is always a difficult thing to see a spouse rolled away on a gurney.
But out in the lobby, our friends wanted to stay with me. And we did stay - for many hours. The surgery took quite a long time. We were initially thinking this might not be a good thing. Or, at least I was. Only because Daddy was worrying about Mommy, constantly thinking about it. But our friends kept Daddy's spirits high, praying for Mommy and keeping Daddy company the entire time. Daddy's mother, Nana, and Aunt Shain came by as well, to check in on how things were going. But it just kept going. The hospital is great keeping us updated though - there was a graphic on a television screen, almost like at an airport, one where the visitors can keep track of the progress of loved ones through their procedure. Additionally, the front desk would update folks indvidually on how things were going. We got two updates: "Things are going fine."
But what does that mean?
Suddenly, Doctor Lewis comes out to speak with Daddy. And everyone remains quiet to listen. The news was just miraculous: no bag. I know we can live with that, but it was what everyone was praying wouldn't happen. It seems as if the polyps were actually located in a different place than previously estimated, as a colonoscopy can't give you precise geography of the thing. The polyps still had to be removed - they are currently being analyzed. At first initial scan, they didn't look invasive. But rather than take a chance and have to return for surgery, the good doctor opted to go ahead and resection the intestines, cutting away a portion that had the threatening polyps in it. The good news here is that the area that was cut away was different than previously thought. And as a result, Mommy should be able to heal and not worry about a bag so much. There'll be a few weeks of healing, and all that goes with it, but she will be 100% again.
Daddy took this in and felt an incredible surge of emotion. Pastor Lance was there, as were the others - there was such rejoicing at that moment. We called Mommy's parents and let them know. Then Daddy's parents. And then we announced it everyone with emails and social media. Hundreds of folks were writing back praising God and celebrating with us. It was a miraculous moment.
Sure, from an analytical side of things, you can call it what you want. But the facts are these: we thought we were going to have a longer road to recover, one with a colonoscopy bag. It seemed likely in fact. And now... we don't.
We waited a few hours after that to see Mommy. Pastor Lance, Chris, Erin, Cindi, and Camille all waited until that moment. Camille and Cindi even made a basket for Mommy. And we walked into the room to celebrate with her. That's where we are now, in room 5712.
Of course, Mommy has been mostly sleeping. We know this drill - pain medication every two hours, and stuff for nausea. We got to Skype Madison and Mommy's parents at home, and they got to peek at Zena, who was awake long enough to reassure everyone that she was okay. Madison was worried, seeing Mommy in the hospital bed with so many tubes, but Mommy let her know it was going to be okay. And it will be.
And that's why our hearts are filled with such gratitude.
We went to the hospital right after dropping her off at school. It's a fairly lengthy check-in process, but it helped to see one of the doctors there who goes to Free Chapel. Furthermore, we had some precious friends show up. Camille and Cindi Barrett came this morning, as did Chris and Erin Smith. Also, Pastor Lance showed up, and Pastor Dwayne. Mommy saw everyone before going under, and before being rolled away for surgery. It is always a difficult thing to see a spouse rolled away on a gurney.
But out in the lobby, our friends wanted to stay with me. And we did stay - for many hours. The surgery took quite a long time. We were initially thinking this might not be a good thing. Or, at least I was. Only because Daddy was worrying about Mommy, constantly thinking about it. But our friends kept Daddy's spirits high, praying for Mommy and keeping Daddy company the entire time. Daddy's mother, Nana, and Aunt Shain came by as well, to check in on how things were going. But it just kept going. The hospital is great keeping us updated though - there was a graphic on a television screen, almost like at an airport, one where the visitors can keep track of the progress of loved ones through their procedure. Additionally, the front desk would update folks indvidually on how things were going. We got two updates: "Things are going fine."
But what does that mean?
Suddenly, Doctor Lewis comes out to speak with Daddy. And everyone remains quiet to listen. The news was just miraculous: no bag. I know we can live with that, but it was what everyone was praying wouldn't happen. It seems as if the polyps were actually located in a different place than previously estimated, as a colonoscopy can't give you precise geography of the thing. The polyps still had to be removed - they are currently being analyzed. At first initial scan, they didn't look invasive. But rather than take a chance and have to return for surgery, the good doctor opted to go ahead and resection the intestines, cutting away a portion that had the threatening polyps in it. The good news here is that the area that was cut away was different than previously thought. And as a result, Mommy should be able to heal and not worry about a bag so much. There'll be a few weeks of healing, and all that goes with it, but she will be 100% again.
Daddy took this in and felt an incredible surge of emotion. Pastor Lance was there, as were the others - there was such rejoicing at that moment. We called Mommy's parents and let them know. Then Daddy's parents. And then we announced it everyone with emails and social media. Hundreds of folks were writing back praising God and celebrating with us. It was a miraculous moment.
Sure, from an analytical side of things, you can call it what you want. But the facts are these: we thought we were going to have a longer road to recover, one with a colonoscopy bag. It seemed likely in fact. And now... we don't.
We waited a few hours after that to see Mommy. Pastor Lance, Chris, Erin, Cindi, and Camille all waited until that moment. Camille and Cindi even made a basket for Mommy. And we walked into the room to celebrate with her. That's where we are now, in room 5712.
Of course, Mommy has been mostly sleeping. We know this drill - pain medication every two hours, and stuff for nausea. We got to Skype Madison and Mommy's parents at home, and they got to peek at Zena, who was awake long enough to reassure everyone that she was okay. Madison was worried, seeing Mommy in the hospital bed with so many tubes, but Mommy let her know it was going to be okay. And it will be.
And that's why our hearts are filled with such gratitude.
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