It was 12 days after the Vermont conference. Jan and I got home Monday afternoon. Our 3,600 mile road trip completed. Two cats were relieved to see us. The cat sitter has been told her job was finished.
It was a God send that Jan had swollen red feet. It got you to the Doctor's office. Ronda Minor
Shawn Scott, the nurse attendant, updated the gal who was next in line to take over his duties. "Everything is new," he said as he looked over the chart in his hands. "That would be the title of this story," said Jan as she lay in her hospital bed. Following Wednesday's tests, Jan was admitted to the hospital overnight. The staff worked to lower her blood pressure. I camped out in her room, sleeping on the sofa. Thursday morning I jotted this down:
Your words come as I drive from the hospital to our house this morning. "Behold I make all things new." Jan and I are back from seventeen day trip. Monday afternoon.
On Tuesday we drove to Liberty to eat at the Fish Market - Asian shrimp sandwich - and Sprouts and - later - that night Jan has 101.9 degree fever. Her ankles and top of feet are red splotched - dark and swollen. I became concerned.
On Wed. the Nurse Practitioner said: "All kinds of tests. You stay around. Won't release Jan until there is a plan in place!!"
Her blood pressure was high. 280.
Blood work came back. Metabolic was good. Chest + heart fine. Jan put in Room 113. It seemed to be our new motel room. Ha.
Last night read 144. Regulating her blood pressure. A tiny medicine patch on her back shoulder.
I was reorganizing motel slips from the trip when I noticed THIS. The last motel room on our trip was #113. The room Jan is in at the hospital is #113. I noticed the words: EXPRESS CHECK-OUT. The phrase: "Thanks for checking us out" is usually what you say when you leave. Does this mean Jan will get out soon? I glue it in my journal and this page becomes a WORD of HOPE.
Lord --- in this -- You are in THIS !!!!
On Thursday, in addition to hourly monitoring her blood pressure the Wound Clinic team came by. A blister formed where the butt check joins the leg. Irritated by bunched clothing on trip - pressure - and sitting on it. Last day of trip.
The team scraped a sample of tissue to test it. They also are treating a cat scratch on the front of her left leg.
My sister-in-law texted words that still challenge me to pay attention -- saying: "You can help her with the emotional side of wound treatment. God will use what you learned."
She referred to my year long about with chronic ankle wounds in 2016. My weekly appointments at the Carrollton Wound Clinic. My healing complete. Wound free, two years on.
My sister-in-law won't let it go -- adding: "You understand the emotional journey. Empathy has its own healing power."
I add her wisdom to a full page in the journal.
Friday morning, June 15th, Jan and I sat in the sunshine. Our glasses off, bare feet grounded, fifteen minutes of sunshine, portals in our skin absorbing free vitamins. Being out there was OUR THING. IT WAS US.
Afterward I wheeled Jan back to her room. Saturday we return home.
Our CURRENT routine revolves around wound treatment appointments. Jan walks herself. We are mindful of our legs. Long trips are out of the question.
The Vermont trip is over but not our journey. In our village yellow cars pop up in and out of my day. He reminds me He is HERE in THIS. Our new routine of doctor appointments, taking daytime naps, open to tears, listening to His words, being in His care. Saying YES to "what He is brewing in US."