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Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Surgery, ER, & God's Providence

The surgery of my family member is over.  There is still some time of risk, but so far things have gone well.  Prayers are appreciated.

I thought I'd share some information gleaned from my diary which I wrote after we came home...with some additional facts. 

The SEC tournament was going to be starting in Nashville around the last part of our time there, and the hotel prices were jumping up very high when family wanted to book hotels in advance.  We were going to move to another hotel that didn't have shuttle service and then to another hotel further away if it was needed to stay longer.  The Hampton gives discounts for medical stays, but they were not going to give it for part of that time.  Funny thing... one of my family members said hi to a guy in the hall and then asked the desk clerk to speak to a manager.  It turned out the guy he said hi to was a manager, and the guy allowed us to stay the night for just $10 more than it would have been at the other hotel for the last night.

I ended up going to the ER at Vanderbilt feeling awful the night after my family member's surgery, and spent 6 hours or so there.  They had us go through a metal detector to get in.  Crazy when you are feeling crummy!

A family member with me talked with a retired pastor and his wife and another lady there for quite some time.  I didn't say a lot, but it was all very interesting.  The one lady was dehydrated from the flu, and she was admitted.  They had to wait longer than I did.  They hydrated me, gave me aspirin and nausea medicine and tests.  I nearly passed out after the first blood draw.  I still have a very bad bruised look from the first failed place I was stuck. 

 A stranger who had a car parked right outside the ER entrance offered us a free ride back to the hotel as he was going that way.  I was nervous about it I'll admit (though I wasn't alone).  He saved us a hefty cab fare, as the hotel shuttle didn't run that late and cab fares rise at night apparently.
He was a slender Asian man with an accent.  He wouldn't take money, but I gave him one of Tony Miano's Thank You tracts.  I almost didn't make it out of the car, but that's another story.

Well, the very next day my family member was released to leave, and the retired pastor met some of my family again as we waited to leave.

Another neat thing is that one of my family members had the shuttle driver thank her and shake her hand for the tract she had given.  He planned to show it to his pastor.  Actually, that might have been a tract I gave him, but no was nice to hear.

I kept feeling awful, and I was thinking the Josh Wilson "Carry Me" lyrics on the trip home.  We made it back a day early.  It was foggy and rainy part of the time on the way home, but God did carry us through.
I still have medical tests to go through after some discoveries from past ones, and I hope that Christians will continue to pray for my family that God will continue to carry us through.
Please pray for our faith and love to increase, and that God will use these broken vessels.
Sometimes He does strip us of much we would depend on, so that we will depend on Him. 

Various Gospel tracts were left behind and a number of tracts were given to people who assisted us.
Please pray that God would use them.

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