The SUDDENLY movements of God. They can be awesome to watch, though the wait can be hard. Then suddenly the race is on, everyone scurrying to get into position for the work of God’s hands to be evidenced.
My sweet husband was ushered into the hospital by his oncologist for a fluid pocket that developed over his 10+ year old scar from his hip replacement. He’s had several in various places on that same leg this past year+, and the oncologist panics with each one. To a surgeon we go. All three surgeons we have seen said he’s better off having it drained and let it heal.
We tried to get his oncologist to just send us over to our hip surgeon. But he wanted him in the hospital to start IV antibiotics.
Of course it’s high flu and pneumonia season, so, like with sweet mother of Jesus, there were no rooms for us at the hospitals our doctor services. They did get him into our little, small town hospital to start the antibiotics. That was Wednesday.
Long story, short, until last night, there continued to be no rooms. The doctor caring for Johnny, frantic to get him with a surgeon, started pushing us toward Lubbock, Dallas, or Oklahoma City. We did not want that, but he insisted that’s what we needed, so the calls to farther destinations began. Thankfully every attempt found a closed door, and some were slammed shut and locked down. Trusting God holds the keys to our doors, we waited.
Finally, hearing my husband tell him again to try our surgeon, the doctor called him. Our doctor looked at Johnny’s stuff, and SUDDENLY they were transferring Johnny to the hospital that is always our first choice. We have the doctor we first tried to get, and our confidence in him doing what’s best for Johnny is high.
God’s suddenly put me in a rush to get his things from our small town hospital, get dog care finalized, and pack both of us for the new hospital. He got here around 7:30 last night after a comical tussle between the ambulance crew and another hospital in town.
A nurse, also rushed in the SUDDENLY, put the wrong hospital destination. The ambulance crew insisted they had to drop Johnny there and that hospital would have to get another ambulance to take him two blocks to the correct place. The two hospitals are literally back to back. There is even a tunnel from one to the other. Thankfully, the hospital, who wouldn’t let them take him off the ambulance, won the battle and saved us a second, unnecessary ambulance bill.
I got here at 9:30 after my own comedy of hassles. Thankfully there is a bed here for me, so I didn’t have to find a room and I can stay with him.
Right now he is in for his MRI. The hospital here is doing there own cultures and labs. 🤦🏼♀️ Our “Hospitalist” was in this morning. Our surgeon is supposed to be here later. Things are progressing, and we are peaceful.
We are very grateful for God’s “SUDDENLY”, even with the testing of character that can come in the hassle of the hussle.