Post Surgery Thoughts

(This was written and posted on brookiesblography.blogspot.com, a week after surgery. My apologies for neglecting to post it here.)

Whew. So now, a week post-surgery, I am behooved to address the cosmos (and more importantly, friends) regarding our recent and continuing trial (though Praise God, the worst is over!)…

* We survived the steamroller! šŸ™‚ To God be the glory.

What an experience, what a testimony, what a mighty God! He never leaves us, though we walk through the valley of the shadow of death.. I will tell you that though I knew we would come through this (by God’s grace alone), I distinctly felt that ‘shadow’ on the day of surgery…knowing that God’s ways are above ours, and that if His justice were satisfied, we’d long ago have been consumed.

He does not have to appeal to my reasoning and understanding to do what He sees fit. My own parents–both of them–lost their fathers at an early age. My mom was almost two when her dad died, and my dad was five. Knowing that the Lord has preserved them all this time, even without the presence of their precious fathers, I knew the Lord would keep me and my own children, no matter what. So with that knowledge, knowing that EVERYthing God does IS right, I faced the day.

This is not to disregard the peace I felt from the day we heard about the tumor. I knew Wes would make it through. But even if I was mistaken, I also knew God is faithful.

* Moms rock.

My parents arrived in Tennessee from Wisconsin (looonnnnng, 14-hour drive) on Monday night. From that moment on, they have been such a support throughout this experience. Mom has taken over the care of our older three while I tend to Wes and the Beebs (our little 5-month-old), and her help has been invaluable. She is truly the greatest Oma on the planet (I’m sure that statement could bring many other Dutch grandchildren to blows). She has taken over homeschooling, reading to them, bathing, feeding, and playing with them, and she even took them to pick pumpkins (one appropriately-sized pumpkin for each child–so cute!) yesterday. Thank you, Mom. You’re the best. Many thanks to Dad, too, who had to turn around and drive back to WI on Saturday to care for his wonderful church (to you who read this and attend Lighthouse Pentecostal Church, you rock! Thank you all for adopting us).

Wes’ mom has been no less supportive and helpful. She (as you may have read) is a nurse for a neurosurgeon here in Knoxville, and her knowledge and experience has been such a blessing. I can call her instead of bugging our doctor’s office every time I have a question. She stayed the first night after surgery with Wes in ICU while I went to get some rest at the hotel with the baby. I’m SO thankful for this…we were all sleep-deprived by this point, and the sacrifice she made that night to ensure Wes wouldn’t be alone was so appreciated (though she would tell you it was no sacrifice at all). She also brought me a certain container of cookies on the day of surgery–so thoughtful! I’m sure I’ll be paying for that indulgence ;), but I appreciate her thoughtfulness so much.

Many other important words of thanks can be found here. Words are not enough.

* We now have one more reason to appreciate fall.

We were married in September and are mega-fans of turtlenecks, so we already have reason to count fall our favorite season. Add “evicted brain tumor” to that list, and even one’s birthday becomes a distant second. šŸ˜‰

So there’s a few of my thoughts.. Thanks to all of you who continue to pray for us! He is the God who hears.

(Dear friends, please excuse the inevitable errors in my posts throughout the next few weeks…I am snatching a few moments here and there to write, and do not have quite the time I prefer to self-edit. Thanks for your forgiveness!)

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