Thursday, May 26, 2011
That was our take on what the week would entail, and that made a whole lot more sense to us than just going, getting sick and coming back home.
Bruce had been doing so well, from the second day after starting the coconut oil he had just been getting better and better until we believed he was completely well. He seemed to need quite a bit more sleep than normal but in everything else he was better than he had been for a long long time.
But he did need the extra rest, and on the long trip from Canada to Virginia the rest didn't happen. He wanted to do the driving and I was more than happy to let him, even though I knew it was not entirely wise.
I would have driven when I saw he was tiring, but by then we were in the mountains with sharp curves and steep inclines and drops, and Bruce wouldn't hear of me taking the wheel.
He wouldn't hear of stopping either, not even to eat supper. (A typical man thing) But even though his need for insulin has steadily been decreasing, he is diabetic, and going without food is not very wise.
The drive that day took us eleven hours. It was late when we got there, and then we got lost trying to find Walmart and a place to buy food. Finally, at about 10:30, he ate a packaged sandwich from a gas station. Yuck!
That night he started shaking. I hadn't seen that, at least not that bad, since he started the coconut oil. Then I checked his forehead and realized he was burning up.
Talk about fear! It was right there waiting to swallow me up. Here we were in another country, away from our own doctor and Canada's total coverage medical plan, and it looked like Bruce was having a relapse. I had believed we were done with sickness; what was going on? Had we missed God's plan? Should we have listened to our neighbors who shook their heads when we talked of traveling?
We prayed together, and although I continued to struggle occasionally with questions, I was able to place them in God's hand. Whatever God's purpose was in all this, He was there with us. The road He was taking us on had twists and turns, it had steep inclines and scary slops, but He was driving and He knew exactly where He was taking us.
We are home now. I drove all the way. Bruce went to see the doctor, who figured it could be just an infection caused by sitting in the car for so long without taking the time to stop and stretch. But we just got a call from the hospital. The blood cultures came back positive. There is infection running through the blood again.
Here we go again!
Am I scared again?
We watched the convention rallies online. They were wonderful. The speakers talked about full surrender. We were listening. We heard the question the Lord was asking us.
Our answer? Even if God wants to use us as the man in the ditch that the good Samaritan helped, we will say "Yes, Lord, yes." Whatever works to further your kingdom through us!
For the previous post see: Heading South to Virginia
For the next post see: God's protecting Hand
For the continuation of Bruce's endocarditis story see: Good News