The doc assured us (Greg and I) that she had confidence in her ability to do the job and in Greg’s ability to heal from this “procedure”, in better shape than if it wasn’t undertaken.
And, it sounded pretty amazing to think that this preventative measure was in existence for enough time and use that there was a standard but flexible protocol to it all.
Greg had had some symptoms, nothing he felt that was worth talking much about, until he was at work one day. He mentioned to a colleague that his head was bugging him, and the events began. A trip to the local emergency department, a CT scan and a discussion about a brain bleed; followed by another ride, this time into Boston for medical care. The tests were run and then the nurses began telling him he really ought to tell family what was happening.
So, by the time I had any idea what was happening, I also had a few assurances. We dealt with things one step at a time, with the aid of so many. Greg came home after his stroke, and had the knowledge that there was an aneurysm to fix, also. So, we asked for prayers and talked with doctors and informed loved ones and all that stuff.
He had the aneurism fixed the other day, and things went really well. It really is just astonishing that they could fix an aneurysm in his brain by heading to it from his thigh, and three days later he and I were heading to the store in the afternoon!
Which is not to say there was no pain, no doubt, no second guesses along the way.
I keep having these emotional dips, and some tearful times have hit, also. And, the thing that happens over and over is that some hymn line starts popping up in my head, and next I hear myself hymning (which at one point had me giggling in a tearful time, and then my dog and I had a conversation, but I digress, I think).
We have been blessed, in so many ways; I am cautious not to begin the list for fear of leaving someone/something off! The gratitude is there, though!!!
Amazing stuff is scary. And, once again, I have lived through proof that we are in Good Hands. And, for that I am thankful.
This season, after this last couple of years and in the midst of current trauma, it isn’t easy at times. It is dependable, though. We are in Good and Loving Hands.
-Cindi Bockweg
Sudbury UMC Lenten Devotions 