It's already been an eventful week, but not in the "Christmas-tacular" way we had planned. Paul woke up Monday morning with another intestinal attack that culminated in uncontrollable nausea and vomiting by late afternoon. I called our doctor at about 4:30pm to see what I should do. He called the surgeon, and we were told to go immediately to the ER. They did a lot of blood work, put him on an IV, kept him overnight, and then released him to come home yesterday. They don't know why he got so sick, but the doctors decided not to move his surgery up. He's still scheduled to have his surgery on December 30.
I have to admit that despite the stress, there is a grace in all of this. He has been feeling so much better in the last few weeks that both of us had small lingering doubts about whether he should even have the surgery. The Lord used this most recent attack to show us both that the surgery is indeed necessary. I am firmly convinced that this is the route the Lord would have us take to try to find an end to the problems that Paul has suffered with for so many months now.
So now we are moving on toward Christmas, trying to keep our focus on Christ and the celebration of His birth, and praying hard that Paul won't have any more trouble before the 30th. The prayers of our family and friends are a great gift, and we are so appreciative of the love and encouragement that has been poured out on our family.
This morning I find myself even more thankful for Emmanuel-- God with us. It is a great comfort that we do not travel this road alone.
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