Hey all. The past week has been eventful, and I thought I'd share with you... I work in healthcare information technology. The healthcare system I work for recently agreed to implement a new electronic medical record (EMR) system, and I had the privilege last Monday to travel (via bus) to Madison, WI, for training. After lunch on Wednesday, I got a phone call from my dad that my mom was at the hospital and that he thought she was experiencing a mini-stroke. It's not hard to imagine that my focus was not on my training after that phone call.
I found out a little while later that it was not a "mini-stroke" but a full-blow stroke, and that the doctors at Ft. Sanders in Knoxville were performing a procedure to enter her brain like they do a heart cath (through the main artery in the groin) and extract the blood clot. My sister tearfully warned me that there was a 10% chance that the procedure would make things worse or even could result in her death.
I began looking at my options for getting to Knoxville. Flights out of Madison to Knoxville ended at 7:05p, and I knew there was no way to get from the training facility to the hotel to get my stuff and check out to the airport in time. I settled on renting a car and driving. I left the airport via a Chevy Cruze at 7:30p Central time.
By 9:00p or so, I had already heard from my family that the procedure was successful, and that my mom seemed to be doing better. We were worried about what damage the stroke had caused, but she definitely showed signs of improvement. I struggled to embrace the idea that my mom might not be able to communicate, might have paralysis, or a hundred other terrible aftereffects of the stroke. I drove and prayed.
I arrived in Knoxville around 8:45a on Thursday morning. It had been a long night. It hadn't helped that I had gotten up on Wednesday morning at 5:00a to get a run in at the hotel before the day started. I met my dad at the hospital and we had to wait a little while for the visitation hours in the Neural ICU. Someone in our family had called the status line and one of the care providers had updated the status line to say that my mom's speech had gotten much better.
I went in to see my mom about 9:15, and miraculously, my mom had NO signs that she had ever had a stroke. Unlike the day before, she could remember her name, her birthday, who the president was, the birth dates of all her kids and grand kids... I was astounded. I was prepared to see her in some devastated condition, and here was the woman who raised me like nothing had ever happened.
She went home on Friday, less than 48 hours after she had been admitted. Many people prayed for her health and our family. I'm sure you can attribute her turn-around to science and explain it all away, but I have no doubt that her current health can be directly attributed to the quick actions by medical staff at Fort Sanders and the multitudes of prayers that were prayed to Jesus Christ on her behalf. She could be gone as easily as she has made a full recovery.
So I choose to thank Jesus of Nazareth for answering the prayers of his unworthy child.
Don't take your loved ones for granted. God is good. God answers prayer.