As most of you know, this past two weeks have been quite an experience.  We were supposed to leave for a trip home, visiting Dollywood, seeing family and friends, and in short, having an actual vacation.  That’s not how it went down…

Wednesday evening, having gotten our vehicle completely loaded, we sat down to eat.  Michelle had cream of chicken soup, and when she was through, she said that she felt a little off.  About a half hour later, she was having abdominal pain so severe that it was making her black out if she tried to get up out of bed.  She called a specialist who was familiar with her history, and he said that it sounded like she needed to go to the ER with a suspected a gall bladder problem.  She also had a hernia that she’s had since our third son Jameson was born; she had been consulting with this specialist to have it fixed January/February of next year.  At the ER, they ruled out a blockage in this hernia and gall bladder problems, and it looked like we may have been sent home.  Michelle asked the ER doctor to talk with her specialist, and once he did, she was admitted.  The next morning, this specialist evaluated her, and said that the hernia had become incarcerated; it wasn’t blocked, but blood flow had been cut off to it, and the intestines were starting to die.  This hernia repair became a 4-hour, 15-minute emergency surgery, followed by a day in ICU, two days in a step-down unit, and four days in the standard post-surgical inpatient unit.

Although this situation was scary at times, there is a whole lot more about which we can be thankful.  For the balance of this post, I’d like to take some time to, as the old hymn says, “count my blessings.”

First, look at all the good things dealing with the timing of this.  Praise the Lord we were here in Albuquerque, and not somewhere on I-40.  It is highly unlikely that the diagnosis would have been made, and surgery performed, were we not where Michelle’s history was already known.  Even if they had, the week-long hospital stay in some unknown town would have been difficult; as it was, we were able to use our home, and rely on our network of friends here for support (more about them next).  Michelle’s specialist, who made the correct diagnosis, is only in Albuquerque once a month, but he was here that night; we found out later that he actually stayed over an extra day to do this surgery.  Also, a surgeon whom he trained as a resident (and called his “star pupil”) is the director of surgery at Lovelace hospital here in town; he and she both were able to work together on the surgery.  And, while we knew this surgery was coming, the fact that it had to be done as emergency surgery means that it’s automatically covered; no paperwork hassles and waiting for referrals!  I had already lined up time off from work, so I wasn’t expected to be there.

Second, I’m exceedingly grateful to my friends here in Albuquerque.  I won’t name them all publicly because I haven’t asked their permission, but there were many families that came together to help take care of our children (even offering for them to spend the night, which never did materialize).  There were also many other families that made meals for us, bringing us so much food that we were able to get at least 2 meals out of each one.  Phone calls, visits, and e-mails of support also helped Michelle and me during this time.  Finally, prayer – I know that the one thing that has made the difference in this situation was the intercessory prayer on Michelle’s behalf, and prayers for me as I was working through everything else.  During the entire time, I was never worried; I had a peace that the doctors were going to figure it out, and we were going to be OK.  While I try not to let on too much, that mindset is pretty rare for me when facing medical situations – my mind wants to go off and worry about these worst-case scenarios, rather than trust God in the scenario in which He’s placed me.  As I put prayer requests out via Twitter (more on that below), we often saw near-immediate change in situations.  Both Michelle and I are very grateful for those of you who lifted us up in prayer.

Third, special thanks go to our families.  From the time they heard about what was going on, the planning was continuous.  Everyone worked together, and the children were able to still get to go visit them.  Thanks to our families, they were even able to spend a few days at our vacation condo in Pigeon Forge and meet up with friends with whom we were going to be vacationing.  Having the children safely with grandparents, I was free to focus on Michelle, and helping her during her stay in the hospital.  It’s also helped her to be able to focus on her recover now that she’s at home.  The children will be coming home soon (in time for Christmas), and we’re really looking forward to seeing them.

Fourth, Twitter was great.  Sure, it may seem strange to offer thanks for a social networking site, but Twitter really helped me during this time.  Facebook would have seemed to be the solution for keeping people informed, but Michelle has friends, and I have friends, and some of those cross, but some don’t.  Since you have to be friends to see updates, I would have had to have double-posted.  (I don’t even know if the Facebook client on our phones lets you easily manage dual accounts; and while I’ve boasted about Seesmic Web’s ability to dual-post to Twitter and Facebook at the same time, Seesmic for BlackBerry doesn’t support Facebook.)  Twitter, being public by default, was what I needed.  I didn’t need to give the same update by phone 14 times, and I didn’t need to fiddle with changing settings.  “Pull up the box, type my 140 characters or less, and press send” was much easier for providing up-to-date information to people who wanted to know it.   There was a little resistance from some folks, but once I reassured them that my profile page was a simple web page with no account needed, they got it.  I’m now grateful for the micro-blogging platform I scorned for so long.

Finally, I want to praise the Lord for this outcome.  Although it wasn’t our timing, God knew when this hernia needed to be repaired.  It’s been hanging around (pardon the pun) for nearly six years – the fact that it’s in the past, even now, I don’t think has truly sunk in yet.  The doctors who needed to be here were here.  We avoided the disaster of being sent home from the ER with the problem unresolved.  While, obviously, Michelle isn’t completely healed from surgery this extensive in two weeks, her healing progress has been in line with what the doctors have expected; this isn’t an exercise in “speed-healing.”  Looking back, we can see how everything worked together to ensure this bad situation had a good outcome.  Thank you, Lord.