I am once again asking for prayers. Yesterday Paul began vomiting due to a migraine. Immediately my heart leapt and then raced. My husband and I began packing, for we knew it would end in surgery. We called our priest. He came over immediately and anointed him. Our entire family made our confessions and prayed the rosary. Shortly thereafter, I drove Paul to the ER in Rochester.
And what were my thoughts? What were my feelings?
I had recently been meditating on Isaiah 48, and in particular verse 12, “I am He, I am the first and I am the last.” I am He. God is so great and so powerful. He orders all things for good, and He will take care of us. I must rest in His will, even if it means watching my son suffer.
While in the ER, in the dead of the night, in between trembling in pain and vomiting, we trusted in Jesus. And we even witnessed His joy in one of the ER doctors. She came in, looked at Paul with kindness and asked, “Do you know Jesus?”
My son smiled, and she smiled. “He cares for you. Stay close to Him.”
And so we are. Paul’s in surgery right now, which will likely last 3-4 hours. His spinal shunt had slipped out of his spine, causing fluid to buildup on his brain. His doctor is very hopeful that by replacing it with a new one, Paul will be well, once again.
Keep us in your prayers. I hope to send an update on him in a day or two.