Midway…

The rest of the story on my husband’s health crisis left us with more questions than answers. He was treated in the hospital with the world’s strongest antibiotics, for 1 week. Then moved to daily out-patient IV.  Three hours a day for 45 days (no weekends), he sat in a room with other patients and received live giving drugs to kill the mystery infection.

What exactly was it? We never discovered. Where did it come from? No one could tell us. There were many discussions of: surgery-to-drain (by the infectious disease doctor), removal of the infected lobe (by a pulmonologist), and even corrective surgery of his birth defect: Tracheoesophageal fistula with Esophageal atresia (by a thoracic surgeon who was fascinated by David’s birth story (see here) and survival).

David said, “No thank you” to each option. Since cancer tests came back negative, he was released from the hospital to continue an out-patient plan. We haven’t stopped praying or waiting for an all clear from tests. After 2 months, the mass has shrunk by about half. Yet, are we mid-way? How long is this going to take?

We were supposed to go to Italy for a family wedding. I cancelled our plans as soon as this started. So sad. And now hope is emerging. David would need to swap to all oral medication and remain stable. His doctor is considering a trial-run. In the world of health, there’s no GPS. Yet if God wants us to go, we’ll go. How thankful I am – He’s close by and can see into the darkness.

“even the darkness is not too dark for You, for the night is as bright as day; darkness and light are the same to You.”‭‭ Psalms‬ ‭139:12

Waiting to see…

ForGlorySake! –Anna

(PS. Written Sept 13, 2018. From 1st pain: July 28, 2018 to end of treatment: Nov. 3, 2018… This day was almost exactly Midway)
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