Hello once again blogger friends! I know that I have been absent for quite some time, and just maybe you missed me;) The past two weeks I’ve been living in the mixer (or that’s at least what it felt like at times).
On Good Friday, my mother and I took my father into the emergency
room because he had been experiencing dizziness, vomiting, numbness, and
headaches since that Wednesday. We all thought that it was the flu or a
sinus/ear infection, but a MRI showed that he had actually suffered a
pretty major stroke. I felt as if the wind had been knocked out of me.
Strokes are for elderly people that I don’t know, not for my forty-nine
year old father. My mind raced- would he ever be able to walk again?
would this keep recurring? how long would he have to be in the hospital?
how could we run the business without him? what would happen to the
bills? would he ever be “normal” again? I tried to be optimistic and
cheerful for Mom and Dad’s sake, but the sobs lodged in my throat
threatened to suffocate me.
Four or five hours later, we moved from the emergency room to a
second-story hospital room. I notified Dad’s family that we would not
be attending the early Easter dinner that was scheduled for that
afternoon and then tried to get some rest while waiting to hear from the
doctors. The nap didn’t go well, and neither did hearing from the
doctors. Finally the neurologist stopped in at 8:30 that evening, but
he still couldn’t tell from the cat-scans, MRI, and ultrasound what had
caused the stroke. He did say that Dad was very lucky that his symptoms
were mild for the damage that had been done. I call it the Hand of
I left Dad for the night and headed home quite worried yet, but very
thankful that Dad’s speech and thinking had not been affected. I
hurried through my work Saturday morning so that I could be with Dad
again for the rest of the day. When Mom and I came in to the hospital,
Dad just held onto Mom and wept. I stood back, feeling helpless. I
rarely every saw my strong father cry. He was always there when I
needed someone to lean upon; and now here he was, lying in a hospital
bed, weeping, and unable to control his balance and use of his left
leg. Gradually the sunshine, the beautiful country scenery outside the
hospital room window, and Mom and I cheered him up and gave him some
Easter dawned bright and beautiful. I couldn’t sleep so I got up
early and baked some cupcakes to take in for the hospital staff on Dad’s
floor. This time our arrival was met by a much cheerier father, who
was quite proud of the walker that therapists had given him. He was
also relieved to have some of the feeling and use of his left leg back.
We had our own little Easter service in that hospital room surrounded
by beeping noises and medicinal smells, but it was more special than
ever because we were together.
The hospital finally released Dad on Monday, and we proudly took him
home. Things were different. Dad had always worked before the sunrise
and after the sunset, but now he tired quickly and rested often. I
noticed a good change though, somehow being helpless in that hospital
room had given him time to think about how precious each moment is…and
he became more relaxed and able to enjoy everything more fully.
Meanwhile my brother had stepped up and taken charge of the business,
making important decisions and working incredibly hard to do both his
and Dad’s work.
That was almost a week ago that Dad came home, and a lot has happened
between then and now. Dad started attending therapy and doing as much
work as he could to build himself up little by little. He now has moved
from the walker to the cane, and doesn’t tire nearly as quickly as
before. He still has trouble with his balance, but God has done amazing
works of healing so far so I will keep praying for full recovery. The
doctors still aren’t sure of the cause of the stroke, but Dad will be
going in for more testing in two weeks.
There have been friends and family that blessed us with visits,
cards, help, support, prayers, phone calls, and emails during the past
two weeks. There’s a song that says “You find out who your friends are”
(Tracy Lawrence), and that really is true. God has put His arms around
my family and I through the people beside us.
The whole experience mixed my comfy little world up pretty well, even
though it really wasn’t nearly as major as what some people go through;
but I had life going the way that I wanted. I had the year scheduled
out for what I would be doing, where I would be going, and what dreams I
would be accomplishing. God looked at me and said that I really wasn’t
trusting and relying upon Him; so He mixed things up a bit. The family
and business need me for right now, and I really have no major future
plans anymore except to go day by day with God leading the way. I
realize now that I was putting far too much importance on some very
trivial things, when the most valuable things in my life are right
around me- like a caring and sacrificing mother, a loving and creative
father, a brave and wise brother, friends who are strong for me when I
am weak, and most of all a Savior Who died on my behalf and then is
willing to walk step by step with me through whatever happens if I trust
My word that I picked back in January for the year is TRUST- kinda appropriate don’t ya think?
Anyways, just thought I’d explain my absence=) You’all have a wonderful evening!