Thursday, May 26, 2011

God leads us back to the Hospital on a Path we had not Planned

Sometimes the path we travel gets a little scary.  That's how it's been for us this past week.  We thought we knew God's plan for us: Go to the student convention in Virginia, connect with students and educators from around the world, judge the competitions in monologues and preaching, and be a light.

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!

Please pray!

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

Monday, May 16, 2011

Heading south to Virginia

In three more days we head down south to Virginia for ACE's International Student Convention. It was at this Convention, held last year in Kentucky, that Bruce started feeling under the weather.

It was the last major activity we shared together before his brush with death.  I expected it to be our last.  Even when Bruce began taking coconut oil and his dementia started going away, I still couldn't see us taking such a long trip, at least not so soon.

But there is just something about ISC that draws us.  Maybe it's the wonderful people from all over the world that we love getting to know, maybe it's the high quality of the performances we judge, or maybe, and I think this is the biggest part, maybe it is the rallies and the lasting impact they have on so many young people who make commitments there every evening.

Whatever the reason, a few months ago I would have said the trip was impossible.  Not only would Bruce have to be able to drive for several hours over a couple of days, but he would also have to be mentally capable of judging a high degree of excellence.  And even if he chose a less strenuous category, it would still be beyond him.

But God has healed his mind.  He will be judging young preachers again this year just as he did last year, and he is looking forward to doing it.

We would appreciate your prayers as we travel, and then follow a very full schedule at ISC, and then travel back again. It will certainly test the completeness of Bruce's healing. I know God has plans for us in the future.  And somehow I believe this trip is a part of His overall plan for our lives.

For the previous post see:  Without God the roles could have been reversed 

Yes this was part of His plan but not the way we expected. Read: God leads us back to the hospital

Tuesday, May 03, 2011

Without God the roles could have been reversed

Though to many of my American friends, May 2 is marked as the day they were told 0sama Bin Ladin was dead, to us, Monday was election day.  On the Elections Canada team was a man who, five months ago, had dementia so bad he couldn't even read the names on a ballot.

Bruce did a great job as deputy returning officer at the mobile pole yesterday. We were given one of the busiest poles they had, but it was God who put us in the place He wanted us: Two retirement homes, one that we have been visiting with our grandchildren, and one with a large nursing home facility included.

Bruce understood the needs of the older people.  He knew how hard this process could be for some of them.  He had all the patience in the world for these dear folks.

He also had the experience, dating back to Post Master days,  to handle the hordes of paper work the government attaches to everything it does. And he had the ability. It was not something a person with dementia could do.

He was amazing. He read the 70 page instruction book before hand and retained way more of it than I did.   He handled a hectic, 15 hour work day with no problems.  As a pole clerk, I was worn out, but Bruce, in his role as DRO, seemed to be enjoying every minute right to the end when we finished at midnight.

If I gained nothing else from that long, long day, I would have to say how blessed I was just to watch my husband as the man in authority, giving patient instruction in a place where, without God's intervention through the use of coconut oil, he could have been the confused resident, unable to figure out the simple job of marking an x on a ballot.

For the previous post see: God has a use for my Arbor Seat.
For the video testimony of Bruce's healing (done a month after he started coconut oil) see: Bruce's Video