This time last week, the Sack’s had a “plan” and an agenda and began our journey to the Mayo Clinic in Jacksonville, FL to accomplish that “plan.” For the most part, the “plan” went well, we met with a doctor on Wednesday afternoon, stayed in a hotel and met with another one on Thursday morning. Our patient, tolerated the “plan” rather well, only a few arguments about the value of relying on a walker to assist him to walk around the Mayo campus and into and out of the office buildings. Our goal was to obtain a better understanding of his vision since the most recent work on the fistula (Sept/Oct). As we left late Thursday morning to return home, we knew our plan was accomplished, and felt we had “built” the team of medical providers who would continue to see him through this healing journey. I was actually looking forward to giving his medical attention a rest and to return home to focus on “Christmas” – the cards, the presents, the cookies.
For “some reason” rather than returning home our regular route, we took a more scenic route through the city, or rather the construction work in the city. As we neared the northwest side of the city, Bruce had a seizure in the car. My instinct was to turn into a bread store parking lot and ask them to call 911. Workers from the store came out to assist. Several stood around the car and prayed, comforted Elizabeth and others, with a medical background, jumped in to assist to keep him calm until the paramedics arrived. I have to admit, this has been the first and only time in this journey, that I was truly scared. Yet, God provided for us in a “bread store” parking lot. Bruce was taken back to the Mayo Clinic at my request. I don’t remember much of the drive back through the city and all of its construction, I praise God that angels were steering the car and watching over Elizabeth and I. As we entered the ER, I had no idea what we were going to be facing, one could easily imagine the worse, or close to it and I was certainly the one who did imagine the worse.
Fortunately the seizure medicine the paramedics gave him worked, although he was not able to move his arms or legs or talk. All of his vital signs were spot on, just like they had been this entire journey. A CT scan showed no new bleeds.
He was admitted by the Neuro team for observation. The goal was to obtain an MRI (in our “plan” we had one scheduled for January). As we waited in the ER Bruce slowly began to move his arms and legs and began speaking and then again nonstop in true Bruce style. The simple task of obtaining an MRI became not so simple, at least according to our plan, and so we waited until Monday morning for the MRI to be completed. Unfortunately, the Neuro team assigned to him, was not part of our planned “team” and without gathering all the facts of this complicated person began making medical decisions that were adverse to the patient and his current recovery process. With that said, as our mighty prayer warriors surrounded us in prayers this past weekend, other doctors were assigned to his care, the MRI was accomplished and as new Neuro-surgeons were consulted, they all concurred that he was “complicated” and should return to the care of his dr’s who have been following his care this entire year.
So this morning, we wake up in our own bed, after a peaceful night of sleep, praising God that He fought this battle for us this past week, that the Enemy lost his grip on Bruce and that we are only stronger in our adoration and love for the One who carried us through this recent trial. Yes, Bruce is a little bit weaker physically after the 5 day hospitalization, but he is stronger spiritually as he knows the Lord has carried him through. We wake up this morning knowing that we have the doctors involved in his care, whom the Lord wants in place. We wake up praising God that in this point in recovery the MRI confirmed we are right where we need to be. And we wake up this morning grateful to all of you who have been diligent to pray us through each and every challenge, even without knowing the specifics. And we wake up this morning reminded that our plans are nothing compared to the plans and promises God has for each one of us. We wake up this morning, knowing that the Christmas cards aren’t sent, the gifts and presents will remain in the store unpurchased, the cookie ingredients will remain in the pantry uncooked, but we WILL wake up on Christmas morning with adoration and praise that our Heavenly Father’s plan for each one of us is good and so much more than the plans we could make for ourselves. If you think about it, would our birth “plan” be to be born in a stable? And yet what an incredible plan for each one of us that our Lord and Savior was born in such a way….