Sunday, April 11, 2010


Last week Qavah went to the hospital one afternoon with a sudden fever. She was given IV Rocephin just like the last time this happened in Cincinnati. Her red cell count dropped rapidly and I took her back to the hospital for a transfusion the next day. She was dehydrated, and her veins were flat, so it took some work to place the IV line into her vein. I held her and prayed into her ear the first three tries, calling on God to give her strength. On the fourth try I asked if there was any treat I could buy for her that would make her feel like a brave soldier. She replied, "I really would like a yo-yo." She was very brave, and bought an orange yo-yo as a reward.

In an attempt to be rid of the nausea that I have been dealing with since last November, I am going to check into the hospital tomorrow and have my gall bladder removed early in the morning. I'm praying for supernatural strength to recover quickly and I still plan to take Qavah to Bethesda next Sunday. It is God Who gives us the strength to heal. Watching our girls being made strong in their physical weakness has me convinced that I will be able to go in His strength next week if that is what He calls me to do.

On Friday during my pre-op blood drawing, Qavah held my hand and rubbed my arm to comfort me. I thought about the timing of this surgery. Paul will bring her to the hospital for a visit after the surgery so she will see me submitting to the hospital routine, the IV, and bed rest. The following week she will have to go through many procedures at NIH and I hope she'll recall that all of us have to submit to medical care at some point in our lives whether we want to go through it or not. And if I'm really brave maybe I can have a yo-yo too.

He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Isaiah 40:29