This a post that I never really wanted to write. But it just seems right to do this now. I do have to follow Father’s prompting, after all.
So why am I writing this now?
It is a follow up to the two previous posts of, It just isn’t Fair and How can a God who is all Loving allow ….. to happen?
It might be possible to argue that it’s easy to write what I did from a happy place, but I have known troubles, as you are about to read. It is because of the troubles that I have known, that I can say, His grace is sufficient for me.
This has to come with a warning. If you don’t like sad stories, then stop reading now.
So, where to start?
My wife and I had been married for a couple of years and was expecting our first child. Times were looking good. That is until my wife had her first scan. Our baby’s heart wasn’t beating.
That was just the start of a very bad year.
She had a miscarriage shortly after the scan, but then needed to have a procedure to clear away the remainder that was left. Between the miscarriage and the procedure I managed to have an accident with the car.
A squirrel ran into the road. The first car stopped, so did the second. I was the third car, and didn’t stop in time. Instead I tried to fit a big car into a small gap, (looking for a space to get out of trouble) only to find that it didn’t fit. Hence the car was written off, to add to the mix of troubles.
The day of the procedure came and my mum took my wife to the hospital. I had no car after all.
That morning, when I said goodbye to my wife, was last time I saw her as she should have been.
I went to the hospital to pick her up to find that she had reacted badly to the anaesthetic. I think that she was a bit groggy and not with it at that point. The nurses were concerned but not overly so.
So she stayed in for what was meant to be a night.
I came back the following morning to find the nurses were more concerned. She was having seizures. When I saw the first one it was scary. The really scary bit is when you start to become immune to them (because you have seen to many by that point) and you then just go, oh here comes another one.
The doctor came in time and gave some medication to stop the seizures. Quite what happened next is a bit of a blur now. But my my wife stayed in hospital for a further night or nights while I went home again.
The next big scare was after a lumber puncture. One of the tests they did in order to diagnose what was happening.
She had a few small seizures, but the doctors didn’t want to use medication at that point as they were small and hoped that it wouldn’t be needed.
Short version, they were wrong.
The nurses were following the doctors advice, and I needed to make a fuss when it was clear that it was the wrong route to take.
She did eventually get the medication she needed and I went home while, my wife rested again.
The night was more stressful than I have made it sound here. (That was the short version.)
A couple of day’s later I received a phone call from the hospital asking me to go in.
As I entered they were moving my wife to an ambulance to transfer her to a neurological ward in another hospital. They were basically telling me things were going very wrong. I can still remember one thing they said to me.
It was, ” I don’t think that you understand how bad things are. Your wife could stop breathing at any moment and we won’t be able to resuscitate her.”
As I said, it went very wrong.
She didn’t die.
She did however spend a week, or there about, in a coma, gradually coming back round.
When she did come out of the coma, she was left with life changing health issues to deal with.
We did, after a while, get the diagnosis of a stroke. Bleeds and clots of the smaller blood vessels, which is worse apparently, on both sides of her brain.
My wife spent the best part of a year doing a tour of London hospitals as the doctors tried to find a cause for the stroke. Not an easy task to complete. Many things were ruled out, but no definitive answer was found.
Many months went by (possibly about 7 or 8 months) before my wife was able to start coming home, for overnight stays to start off with. After almost a year she was able to come back home, with a full time carer.
She still had mobility issues and problems with short term memory.
The short term memory issues meant that learning anything was (and still is to an extent) that much more difficult. Not what you need when there is a need to learn how to adapt to your new normal.
On top of that she was also registered as partially sighted. It should have been partially blind, but my wife would have none of it. “I’m not blind, look I can see.” She insisted to me.
It was the same battle when it came to the disabled badge. “I don’t need one of them, I’m not disabled.”
“Sorry, but yes you are”, I had to gently insist.
In the early part of her recovery, she had lost a lot of her memory.
She forgot that we were married. She thought that her wedding ring was an engagement ring. It was only when I showed her our wedding pictures that she accepted that we were married.
To say that her recovery was tough is very much so an understatement.
At one point I did buy a motorbike to be able to get about and back and forth from the hospital.
It got stolen, and the kids who stole it were then riding it in the local park.
I almost got it back at one point. Me and my brother were looking for it, on the day it was stolen, and saw it coming towards us. He blocked the road with his car and I then tried to close the gap on the pavement. As the bike was going past me, I jumped at it. I must have looked like superman flying through the air, only to discover that I don’t have the power to fly. Hence, I landed on the floor shouting arrrrrr.
It was probably for the best that I didn’t catch them, it’s not good to dwell on what could have happened if I had.
I ended up buying a better bike, and a better lock/s. So I was mobile again.
I remember when the twin towers came down. I watched it on a TV at work. I saw it and just thought, “Oh, that looks bad, but I’m off to the hospital now.” It’s not that I didn’t care, it’s just that my attention was on what I (and my wife) had to deal with.
There is lots I haven’t said. It would probably take an entire book (or series of them) to note down everything. (If I could even remember it all.)
Many people were very supportive, my wife’s parents were very much so included in this, as any good parents would be. But they live a two hour car journey away. So they were limited to what they could do.
What they could do, they did do, and both me and my wife are very thankful for all that they did.
My mum, being local, was able to be more involved. She was and still is a great help to us both.
Our church was very much so praying for us.
I was told that on the first Sunday when it went very wrong, the church spent that morning praying for us both.
In the early days when my wife was in the local hospital, she was not short of visitors. There might have even been someone scheduling who could go in and at what time. I always had the last slot.
Even when she was in the London hospitals, there was still quite regularly someone calling in on her.
On the day when it went very wrong, our pastor came to the ward, where we were, and with great faith and boldness, both he and his wife prayed for instant healing.
The way they prayed left me half expecting her to just get up, but there was the other side of me that just kind of laughed.
Sorry. It was just so different to what I was experiencing at that point.
Both me and my wife are still waiting for fulfilment of that prayer, that did have that something extra to it.
An answer postponed is not a no, just a delay.
It has been tough at times to know that, God is able to heal my wife, but for whatever reason, He just hasn’t done so…. yet.
It is during these times that we just need to trust and obey, and follow His leading.
I’ll be finishing this post here, it is a bit longer than I thought it was going to be.
But for this week, it will be a two for one posting 🙂
Due now is Part 2, What did we learn through all this?
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There is an update/correction to this testimony. It centers around something that happened, that I just glossed over. It was effectively My Ugly Rock. It started with a picture, that I was given, which then turned into me dealing with my Ugly Rock. Which then became a mini series of posts. (Numbering 5) For anyone who would like to read them, the first one is…
Will you work with Our Lord, to shape, your Ugly Rock?