For the past few days my wife Alex was admitted into hospital after I called for a doctor to pay a home visit. A week previously, she went down with a bad back, severe enough to weaken her legs to the point she could not stand up on her own, let alone walk. When I called the ambulance and took her to the Accident & Emergency department of our nearest main hospital, she was discharged after only up to a couple of hours of examination, with the verdict that she had a sprained back (see last blog.)
Then, about three days later, her condition worsened, and since I had to work to keep the bills paid, I found an opportunity to cry out to the Lord, literally, in the nearby woods. I cried for the Lord Jesus to help us. Soon afterwards, the feeling of fear, anxiety, uncertainty and of the unknown began to lift, like an overcast sky breaking up and the sun beginning to shine through. That evening, I felt the need to go to my local General Practitioner's surgery to ask if a home visit by a GP can be arranged, as Alex was unable to stand up, let alone walk to the surgery (we don't drive or have a car.)
When the doctor phoned us that evening, he spoke to us as though we were wasting his time. But by pleading for him to come and visit, he finally agreed to make the call the next day. When he did call that afternoon, he took one look at my wife on the sofa and basically said, "Hospital for you."
She was admitted, with the intention to have a MRI scan, to find out exactly what the problem was. Due to other patients admitted with life-threatening conditions, her scan was postponed for the next day - Friday - but this too was postponed over the weekend until Monday (tomorrow from the time of this posting.) Meanwhile, my poor wife is lying in bed at a hospital ward under heavy pain-killing sedation.
My feelings of anxiety and grief is tempered by believing the verse I have always talked about - Romans 8:28 -
For all things work for the good for those who love God, and are called according to his purpose.
Then I recall a song we used to sing at our church services:
The Lord is like a strong tower. The righteous run into it, and they are saved. Blessed be the name of the Lord.
I find such scriptures not only encouraging, but saving me from going hysterical. You see, we were meant to fly to Crete later this month to celebrate our anniversary. And this holiday is fully paid for. So it is no surprise that Alex wants to go as much as I do. However, if God was to approach me and ask,
"Do you still want to go to Crete with your wife's health uncertain?"
My answer, having given a lot of thought, would be;
"No, her health comes first."
This is how I feel for my one and only. As she is in hospital and I'm alone in otherwise an empty house, my hope in the goodness and mercy of the Lord Jesus is all I have. I want my wife back. Compared to this, everything else, including holidays, becomes as nothing.
Tomorrow (Monday 2nd Sept) she should have her scan. If so, finding out what the problem is and directing into the right course of treatment would lift away a very heavy burden - the fear of the unknown.
Romans 13 is about submitting to the Government authorities, because there is no authority which has not been established by God. Therefore this must also apply to hospitals. These too have been established by God, and I'm very glad about that. Therefore, if the scan is postponed yet again, it would not be my spirit to rant and rage, but more in line with pleading for them to find what the problem is and apply the correct treatment.
Because most of my spare time is spent by my wife's bedside, normal blogging has been put aside for now. So I wish God's blessing to all my readers and my followers, and for so much of your support and interest in what I write. I should be back soon, God willing.