Wednesday, March 13, 2013


I just spent 5 unexpected days in the hospital, having gone to the local emergency room with chest pains and shortness of breath.  Because I am a cancer patient, I was transferred by ambulance to Magee Hospital in Pittsburgh, where I got such excellent care, had millions of tests, and was determined to have either pleurisy or pericarditis--or both (inflammation of the lining of the lungs and/or heart).  I am home now, but will have continued issues for a week or so.

I had to stop radiation therapy for while; when I start next week, it will be a little past the deadline for when protocol says I should have radiation therapy.

It is very disappointing.  But I continually come back to the understanding that God is a loving God who has a loving plan for each of us, even if we don't understand it right now.

I have a semi-quote stuck to the computer from a radio preacher who was talking about Joshua and Jericho, and how totally unnerving it would be to do a helpless thing like march around the city, blowing trumpets--when they all knew the Jericho folks were powerful and strong and scary, and who knows what they were planning to do to the Israelites?  But the preacher said God's perspective was totally different:

That wall doesn't mean NOTHIN' to Him.
He can see right over it.
HE knows what they're doin' over there.
Meanwhile, let me try to share a funny story from the hospital.  It might be one of those "you had to be there" to see the humor in it:

On the second day, they needed to do a lot of testing on my heart, which required no food or drink--a very silly thing for a sick hospital patient, let me tell you.  So starting at midnight, I did not have anything but pain medications through my IV.  And as hospitals go, my turn at the heart center became later and later....  I asked and received pain medication at the right time, but it wasn't enough, and as I went through the testing, the pain built and built until I was in a very bad way indeed.

When I was returned to my room at 3 PM, I could barely speak, but with tears running down my face, I managed to gasp "Acute.....pain" to my nurse.

She was so good.  She whipped out pain meds, hot packs, put me on IV, called the cafeteria for food, and got me all set within minutes.  Oh, the relief!  Oh, the happiness! Of course, it was so strong I literally couldn't see correctly and hardly knew my name, but who cared?  I had suffered strongly and come out of it.  Nothing could have been worse, but it was over now.

My food came.  I was very content.  I began to eat.....and was now going to vomit!!

When the nurse came walking by, she expected to see a calmed patient happily eating a meal; instead, she found a wild-eyed woman holding a wash basin gasping for control!  The look on her face was priceless.  Now she whipped out anti-nausea meds and damp washcloths and got everything calmed down again. 

This was the place where we both laughed:  just when you think the worst is over, it goes downhill even more.  Apparently there is always room for "worst."      


  1. I am a nurse, and I am laughing, but with tears in my eyes.  I am so sorry you've had a hard time, but so glad for a nurse you had who really cared!Praying for you.

  2. Thanks for your kind birthday wishes . I am sorry to hear you are in pain with your chest . But despite of that you find the way to laugh . It is the way of the healing with God ' s helpLove Michel

  3. I guess the pain meds made you nauseous.  Good luck with the rest of radiation:)