I have moved! Facing 6 weeks of I.V. antibiotics can be daunting. Facing it away from family, yet on the same continent...it was something I was not looking forward to. Having a PICC line, I am unable to fly anywhere, so we were hoping that our daughter could fly to Florida, we could rent a car, and drive to Austin so that I could be with 3 of our 6 kids during recover. However, being in Florida during a hurricane clean-up time, there were NO car rentals available -- not even U-haul vans! Praise the Lord for kind-hearted friends. Shae-Lynn's second cousin and herself drove from Austin, picked me up after my appointment of having the stitches removed, and we drove back to Texas. It was a long trip, but I am so glad to be around my kids. I.V. bag hanging from the coat hook during the trip. An added blessing was that we arrived in time for our home church's missions conference. Hearing messages from Dr. Sisk, Dr. Randy King, Pastor Brent Logan, and many others was such an e
Results are back, and there is an acute infection. I will check into the hospital in about 2 hours, and tomorrow the doctor will perform open knee surgery to totally clean out the infection. I get a weekend stay at the hospital and then will be released with a pic line to wear for 6 weeks to administer strong antibiotics. THEN . . . I will be able to have the knee surgery I came for. The other day I was reading Exodus 2, and the Bible said that Moses' mother laid the ark of bulrushes in the flags by the river's brink. I feel as if that is where God has placed me right now. My ark seems to have one purpose right now - to keep me alive. Not to sail. Not to race. Not to carry cargo. God has pulled me out of the fleet of ships serving . . . to float. God's ways are not our ways - I want to be with my family . . . I want to be serving. Yet, I will trust Him! He is my Heavenly Father. I know He loves me.
That was a long week! As I mentioned in the last post, I checked into the hospital Thursday, October 6. On Friday, the surgeon's mother-in-law (Christian lady who also works at the hospital as an anesthesiologist) came and sat with me as I was prepped for surgery. Several people told me, "You must be a very special lady for Mary to come in on her day off!" I know I'm no one special, but I serve a God Who enjoys sending special blessings. When Keith buys me roses, he always requests 1 yellow (Yellow Rose of Texas). I feel doubly loved as this one was a double bloom! The surgery went well, and the surgeon even shared pictures with me. The reason I kept having repeated bouts of swelling in Uganda is that the bacteria made pockets inside of my knee, so when I would get it aspirated to relieve the fluid, not everything was being drained because of the many pockets, so the bacteria would just regrow. However, the doctor said getting it aspirated 9 times probably saved my
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