Sunday, February 7, 2021

Counting Our Blessings

I should be used to the frequent monkey wrench being thrown into our lives, and the past couple of weeks have been no exception! I called my urologist back on Friday, January 22nd to tell him I think I was passing a kidney stone. (This was #21 for me, so I keep him on speed dial). If you have been getting church prayer requests, or FB updates, you may want to skip to the end and see where we are now.

He ordered some meds and testing to confirm my diagnosis (I was correct), and I settled in at home praying that I could pass this stone without much additional intervention needed (I did).....and then came the monkey wrench. On Thursday, January 28th the doctor called and said that my right kidney (not the one that was hurting) showed a decent sized stone (making this one #22). He said that he would prefer to proactively schedule lithotripsy (a shockwave ultrasound procedure that breaks up the stone into smaller sand-like particles). I REALLY didn't want to, because I have done it a couple times before, and had some discomfort. My pain was better, as I passed stone #21, and wasn't looking forward to undergoing more treatment, especially during the pandemic. After a lengthy debate with my doctor, who stressed that if we did nothing and waited, he placed odds at 50/50 that I could pass a stone this large without intervention. We didn't really want it to become an emergency, so I relented and scheduled the lithotripsy for Tuesday, February 2nd.

The procedure went well, and I was rejoicing when the doctor said a stent was not necessary. They are very irritating and unpleasant, so I felt like I dodged a bullet. The next couple of days I was resting at home, and coping with the pain but it gradually worsened. By Wednesday overnight, I told Chad something wasn't going well, as pain was getting out of control, and urine production had slowed. By Thursday morning, pain level was at 10/10, even with oral pain meds I had left, so off to the emergency room we went. After a 3 hour wait in the waiting room, writhing in pain, moaning and crying. Trust me, I have a high tolerance for pain and low tolerance for drawing attention to myself. For me to be in a crowded waiting room making a "scene" is a good indication of my level of misery. We had a new CT scan and quickly realized a larger chunk of my now broken up #22 stone, combined with my "smaller than normal anatomy", had wedged itself in the ureter just outside the kidney, and was blocking the flow of urine.

We love analogies and visual aids in our house, mostly Chad likes them when I try to communicate nerdy science/medical info. This week has been the following two charts. One indicating my pain level:


The other one helped indicate the problem with the kidney stone blocking my kidney function, made specifically for the beer lover, like Chad.  haha 



I am thankful to report I am currently back to a blonde ale coloring, hovering only around a 3 on the pain scale with at home meds. Yay!


Thursday, as I sat in the ER waiting room, praying for mercy for myself, I heard one announcement after another, that reminded me that I am not the only one suffering. During that time, 5 or 6 ambulances incoming, 2 stroke team alerts, and a code blue. God gently reminded me that not one of us expects today to be a day of pain or loss, but for many it will be. So, I began to pray for those other families who were worried and waiting, separated from their loved ones during covid also.

Much to our dismay, the ER did the scan as the doctor wanted, gave me a dose of IV pain meds that brought from a 10 to about a 5, then promptly sent me home all in about 2 hours. They refused to give me a pain medication prescription, due to the "opioid epidemic", and sent me home knowing I had only 3 pills left. I was told to take Tylenol if needed, which is laughable! (this whole opioid topic is a much longer rant, but I will just say as a chronic pain sufferer, millions of patients are being denied drugs that once made their lives livable, because some have abused them. Hopefully they start to come to a more realistic stance and let these pills help those who need them)

The urologist added me to his schedule for surgery on Saturday to unblock my kidney. He was happy to do this, in frigid weather, on his day off, and I am truly thankful. Unfortunately, when the at home pills ran out, so did my ability to tolerate being an 8/10 on the pain scale by Friday after lunch. So the doctor sent me back to the ER to be admitted to the hospital, where they could "better manage my pain" at CDH, until the procedure Saturday. (Sorry to keep ranting, but literally a prescription for a handful of pain meds, could have kept me more comfortable at home than a night in hospital with IV morphine, which is a MUCH a stronger narcotic, and the whole thing makes no sense to me)

My wait time in the ER at Central Dupage was only about 30 minutes. It was just long enough for a homeless couple to come in, asking to be tested for covid, saying they were seeking shelter from the brutally cold temps outside. God once again opened my eyes to those suffering around me. In the midst of all of this, I have also chatted with dozens of healthcare workers, who all shared a sense of fatigue in this pandemic, and I knew I haven't prayed enough for all of them either.

God really used the last couple of weeks to reveal my own failings, and to reveal the love He has for us, using others to be His hands and feet to carry that love to us in a tangible way. I realized my own health issues can be overwhelming, and make me self-centered to a large degree. I spend a LOT of effort just getting through the day with my normal health struggles. Times like these just make the facade crack and reveal, once again, I am still striving, planning, trying to manage it all in my own strength, feeling that I have to keep all the plates spinning in my well organized little world without help. God graciously opens my eyes to see the struggling, the hurting, the needy all around me, and wake me out of my comfortable, scheduled life.

Today I am beyond thankful to have a beautiful home with heat (upon waking this morning the temperature outside was -15 with wind chill "feels like" temp of -35). I am grateful for the medical staff who have worked so hard to provide excellent care. I am reminded to pray fervently for so many others. Let us praise God for working in our hearts, getting our eyes off ourselves and our problems, and bringing us to our knees in prayer and reliance upon Him.

He has also dealt graciously with my sin. I am very "self-sufficient" (in my mind anyways), and accepting offers of help doesn't come easy. I don't want to be a burden, or pitied, or an inspiration, and so I tend to just plug along without help, trying to blog my story to remind myself and everyone else that ultimately it is God, and Him alone, who deserve all the praise and glory! He alone is our source of provision and strength. This week He has sustained me with so many words of encouragement (prayers, texts, emails and calls) and many offers of help. (Incredibly thankful for the church Meal Train page they set up, so I don't have to worry about meals for the next couple of weeks) I am overwhelmed by the outpouring of love for Chad and I (and even our adult children RĂ­an and Katherine). Truly, from the bottom of our hearts, Thank you! 

From family, our closest friends, all the way to distant acquaintances, you all showed up for us in the midst of a crisis. I hate feeling like a burden on someone else's busy, stressful schedule, many of whom are very likely suffering in their own way. I have NOT been made to feel like a burden, rather the opposite as so many of you wanted so badly to "do something" and this was a way to bless us and serve in a way that we all experience God's goodness. 

God has really healed my heart to see how we can set aside our differences, "being there" when needed, and focus back on the truly important things. I have seen that suffering has a way of healing in these ways and more. God has been at work in my heart, and given me a glimpse of that heavenly unity that awaits ALL of those who have placed their faith in Christ. Unity is definitely not a word defining our current cultural climate, but we still have hope that is found in Christ.

I pray that each of us might look to God in faith, and repent, placing our faith in Christ alone for our salvation. Always remembering that He alone is in sovereign control over our lives, in good times and bad. Join me in praying for all whose paths I crossed in a brief way this week, and glimpsed a bit of their suffering as well. None of us wake up thinking this will be the day that our world will fall apart with an ambulance ride, a stroke alert, code blue, or even homelessness, but for many people that will be their day today, and we all need Christ. 

~Until Next Time
Shari


1 comment:

  1. This is powerful, thank you for writing this. God never intended for us to do life alone. It’s beautiful how He spoke so clearly to you in all this, and what an honor for you to share.

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