This morning I had a 5:00 am check in to have a medi-port installed to simplify my treatments and spare my beleaguered veins. Kaylee and I wisely drove up last night and spent the night in the Cancer Support House (provided by the fine people at J B Hunt) so we could be on time and spare ourselves the early morning drive.
This was said to be a 30 min procedure....in and out....done. We thought we might be home by lunch.
But.....
No
After 2 hours of pre-surgery questions, etc. and the placement of still yet ANOTHER IV.....lights flickered, alarms sounded and then we waited. After quite some time a nurse poked her head in and said "has anyone spoken to you about the power surge?" Well, yes, they had but not to a degree that gave us details. She went on to explain they had blown a transformer and were waiting for Swepco to arrive, but there was a possibility they might be sending all their non-emergency surgery patients home.
I had my own power surge at this point. Scheduling this stuff is hard. Jobs to work around...drivers to be secured...lodging to be obtained....dogs to be boarded. Emotional well-being to be prioritized. I surged.....and then I stopped.
I slowly and deliberately counted to 10 and then I said to myself "God, you know this needs to happen and it needs to happen today....I'm trusting you to work this out for all of us...not just me. Everyone who needs help today." And then, I fell asleep.
When I woke up, my daughter was sitting in the room and she said "I think we have a green light!" And within 30 minutes I was rolling down the hall to a chemically induced nap.
The next thing I knew I was waking up, sore and tender with what my bonus son Rick called a fuel door. And shortly after some water (finally) and a few graham crackers Kaylee and I slowly rolled down the mountain in a mobile parking lot to home.
So, feeling a surge of not so healthy energy....try God. Need to get safely home in bumper to bumper backed up traffic on a treacherous stretch of highway....try God. Believing all things will work out exactly as they need to....trust God. And try coming to him from a place of quiet acceptance and peace, instead of angry panic and frustration. I fully believe God hears tiny whispers much better than big voices. After all, His ear inclines toward the sparrows....perhaps He enjoys those moments of quiet trust because He knows we are showing Him our faith in His dominion over all things.
Today was a long day but it was a good day and the port is ready and waiting to be used next Thursday.
Things that made me laugh this trip: The man in the restaurant last night who spent a very long time picking certain things out of his salad and tossing them on the table. He was still at it when his dinner arrived and when asked if he wanted fresh parmesan, had the server grate so much cheese onto his dish that it was in a mound and she probably had to ice her arm before work today. And, after the cheese grating he went back to picking apart his salad. At the time we left, he had yet to take a bite of one thing on his table. The other thing was spotting myself in the mirror this morning and saying to Kaylee "say my name three times!"
Because..........
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