Wednesday, February 18, 2009

The Miracle of Friday the 13th

Friday, the 13th, 2009. It is past time for a new post and I have so much I wish to commit to this page, but not yet. Friday I went in to have an agiogram. Probably not spelled right. I was pretty much out of it, but the idea was to find the blockage in my arteries and place a stent to open the blockage so I would have proper flow from my heart again. The blockage was much worse than anticipated and so now I am looking at coronary bypass surgery. I had to cancel my hip replacement surgery because of these problems, so now I have a couple of biggies to deal with. I guess there are many ways of looking at this. I have chosen to look at it as a great blessing. Had this problem not been found, I would have died in the not-to-distant future. It is a kind of miracle, if you will. But here is the greatest miracle. Many years ago, I moved to the Northwest for reasons I will never understand in the midst of a horrible marriage. A while after, my oldest daughter, Heidi, moved to Portland with her husband. A couple of years ago, my youngest daughter's husband, Jake, was accepted at OSHU dental school in Portland and so she lives here for now. With her two sisters living in Portland, Heather, my second oldest duaghter, knew she couldn't stay in Utah and be so far away from her sisters and so many of her nieces and nephews. She is now teaching high school in Portland. A few years after my marriage ended I was moved to the Portland area. So, here we all are, far from our beautiful home in Orem, Utah, in a place none of us ever thought we would live. Friday, Heidi spent the day with me at the hospital and was the only one alert enough to talk to the doctor. Stephanie spent the day taking care of Heidi's four children, as well as her own. Doesn't sound like a big deal. Trust me, Heidi had the easy job. Heather, after finishing school for the day, drove over and picked me up at the hospital, and drove me home. Heidi followed in my car as I was in no condition to drive. She then drove us back to the hospital to pick up Heidi's car. I was then driven to Heidi's house where I spent the night in Abigail's and Emily's bed. Thank you girls. Some would say this is all a nice coincidence and of course it is. But I know, I simply know, that it is no such thing. This day, as well as the days ahead, will demonstrate God's love for me in ways I cannot beging to imagine. I am not alone in Tacoma, Wa, but am surrounded by the greatest love a person could ever hope to experience. Though I am deeply grateful for the blessing my daughters are in my life, I acknowledge God for placing us all together at this when my needs are the greatest. I also need to acknowledge on other person who I have seen influence the lives of my daughters. Thank you Ardie. I love you.