Day 24 - July 9 - If it's not one thing...
For as long as I can remember, my mother has said "If it's not one thing, it's another" whenever something goes awry. We kids would tease her a bit about that - I mean, if it isn't one thing, doesn't it HAVE to be another? Now I'm getting a sense of what she meant when she said that.
This morning Cherié and I were next to Connor's bed, praying and watching him sleep, when the new day nurse came in. He started with "I haven't met you before, are you relatives?" After we had explained that we were Connor's parents, he said "Well, I've got some bad news..." Great, just how I wanted to start my morning.
We stepped out of the room, where he explained that Connor has somehow contracted one of those super antibiotic-resistant bugs in his urine, and the room is now under special controls - everyone entering the room must now put on a gown and gloves, and discard them upon leaving, after which you have to wash your hands with soap and water. The not-quite-so-bad news is that this particular bug isn't resistant to everything in the arsenal, so they are starting him on some extra-super-duper antibiotics to combat the situation. As I understand it, the concern isn't healing Connor from it, but rather that it not be spread by the people who enter the room.
We asked what impact this might have on the evaluation later today, and his response was also not exactly what we wanted to hear - "It shouldn't affect it - if it does, it would only be for a few days, like seven to ten or so". Apparently, he and I have different definitions of "a few days".
So, I offer up some more prayer requests -
- That the antibiotics would be effective and quickly clear this bug from Connor's system
- That seeing his nurses and family gowned and gloved will not demoralize the boy
- That this would have minimal, if any, impact on the evaluation with the people from Valley
- That we wouldn't have to stay here another week or more
I'm sorry to start the day out this way. As we see it, Connor's fate and condition still rest securely in God's hands - we wrestle more with frustration than fear this morning. "Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go."
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posted by Eric Williamson @ 8:26 AM
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Eric
My stepdad had a similar staph infection when in the hospital with a head injury, we had to do the gowns and masks and booties and we thought what else? But...........all went well.....
Hang in there, praying that Connor is moved to Valley Med soon and that God continues to support and encourage all of you.
Love,
Sally
Eric,
Seems that I read somewhere else on the blog that your mother also used to say "keep on keeping on" and that is what we'll do. We'll keep on knocking on Heaven's door and making spectacles of ourselves for Connor!! The Duarte's have NO problem making noise.
Starting out the day this way doesn't mandate an apology from you...it just means we have a new specific request to pray for. I'm praying for a hedge of protection around Connor today and for wisdom for the Valley team. And think of it this way...the more requests we have the more Jenann has to do. And she likes to stay busy you know. :)
God's blessings and we're keeping the faith!!
Sherri
It was Mom that said, "If it's not one thing, it's another!" But it was our Dad who would say "Keep on keeping on!"
Normally Mom would say her line first and then shortly after it would be followed by Dad's line. Occasionally they'd reverse the order, sometimes they would ring out simultaneously.
Dad's line was often accompanied by the fashion statement he was making wearing his shorts and black sock combination.
These were frequent expressions because there never was a dull moment growing up in the Williamson household.
Kent
Hi Guys,
So sad to hear this news. I was so looking forward to you all getting to come home. Maybe God feels that this is the best place for Connor at this moment so this is how he stays. Just a little note of encouragment, I also myself got a staff infection after 2 weeks of being in the Hospital when I broke my hip in a car accident. I too, was ready to go home and Boom, they told me "Oh you have a staff infection and you will not be going home, but be transfered back to a San Jose Hospital (the 3rd Hospital in 3 weeks)to be re-opened up and cleaned out". You can emagine the joy I and my family felt. So hang in there, this too will pass, but I feel your frustration. I love you...Sara
Dear Connor,
God used YOU yesterday in Kijabe, Kenya.
He used your family and your friends too.
I am a personal friend of your Uncle Kent and Aunt Karen, and have been praying for you since you were being life-flighted to the hospital.
As a critical care nurse I have been repeatedly amazed at your story and how God has repeatedly moved on your behalf, especially when your excellent medical team has seemed to have run out of answers and solutions. God has taught me much about prayer since your injury.
Yesterday while working with a VERY critically ill 31 year old Kenyan woman, the electric power that ran her life support systems (and the
entire ICU) failed for 20 minutes.
When we lost power, she began to die. The doctors, myself, the other nurses, and her family were helpless to save her. It was awful.
Suddenly I heard myself calling out to the Lord, to "please save Ruth" and to "please help us to save her". The words just came out, in front of everyone. Seconds later, the power came back on. The machines started working again. And Ruth woke up. Everyone was amazed, everyone.
We all know that was God.
Connor, your story has taught me to have the courage and the wisdom to do what I did. I pray I will never forget what I have learned and witnessed.
Thank you and God bless you.
You and your family will remain in my prayers.
Your sister in Christ,
Marcie Osborne
Kijabe Hospital
Kijabe, Kenya
Dear Cherie,
Before I left for my exercise class this morning, I logged on to read the latest about Connor. After I read Eric's post about anxiety and fear, I realized that it was time to pray for you! I started praying as I drove to my class at 7:25, and I prayed for peace and rest for you. I prayed the 23rd Psalm. Then I thought of a song... Julia, my daughter, and I sang yesterday at a women's luncheon, and Julia sang "Only Hope" by Switchfoot. It is on the soundtrack for the movie "A Walk to Remember," where is was sung by Mandy Moore. Here is what I prayed on your behalf:
There's a song that's inside of my soul
It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again
I'm awake in the infinite cold
But You sing to me over and over and over again
So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands
and pray to be only Yours
I pray to be only Yours
I know now you're my only hope
Sing to me the song of the stars
Of Your galaxy dancing and laughing
and laughing again
When it feels like my dreams are so far
Sing to me of the plans that You have for me over again
So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours
I pray to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope
I give You my destiny
I'm giving You all of me
I want Your symphony
Singing in all that I am
At the top of my lungs I'm giving it back
So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours
I pray to be only yours
I pray to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope
Still praying for you, Sister in Christ I haven't yet met!
Love,
Julie, Morgan Hill
Entrusting all of the progress AND setbacks to God--a tall order but one that HE gives us the ability to carry out! May your requests, which are now ours as well, be lifted up before our heavenly Father with earnest trust in His provision.
Lovingly,
iamjustone (of many!)
Bless all of you and the strength and courage you will need for this journey. It is one that many of us have not had to walk.
But God has great plans for all of you.
My prayers and thoughts have gone out to you everyday since a good friend Paul Davis told me about this accident. Strengh for all of you to stand up agaist these powers of darkness and despair.
I am praying for the healing power over all of you.
Linda Skinner / Ft Wayne. In
My Pastor here in Modesto gave me this poem years ago when I was in a state of high anxiety and impatience.Can't recall how much it helped since my skull is thicker than most.
Desperately,helplessly,longingly, I cried;
Quietly, patiently,loving, God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate...
and the Master so gently said, "Wait."
"Wait? you say wait?" my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers,I need to know why!"
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By faith I have asked, and I'm claiming your Word.
My future and all to which I relate hangs in the balance,and you tell me to WAIT!?"
I'm needing a 'yes,' a go-ahead sign.
Or even a 'no,' to which I'll resign.
You promised,dear Lord, that if we beleive,
We need but to ask,and we shall receive.
Lord, I've been asking and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking!
I NEED A REPLY!
The quietly,softly,I learned of my fate,
As my Master replied again,
"Wait."
"So I'm waiting...for what?"
He seemed then to kneel,and His eyes met with mine...and He tenderly said "I could give you a sign."
I could shake the heavens and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.
I could give all you seek and pleased you would be.
You'd have what you want,
but you wouldn't know Me.
You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint.
You'd not the power that I give to the faint.
You'd not learn to see through the clouds of despair;
you'd not to trust jusy by knowing I'm there.
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me
when darkness and silence are all you can see.
You'd never experiance the fullness of love
when the peace of My spirit descends like a dove.
You'd know that I give,and I save,for a start,
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.
The glow of My comfort late into the night,
the faith that I give when you walk without sight.
The depth thats beyond getting just what you ask
from an infinite God who makes what you have last.
You'd never know should your pain quickly flee,
what it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.
Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,
but,oh,the loss,if you missed what I'm doing in you.
So be silent, my child,and in time you will see
that the greatest of gifts is to truly know Me.
And though oft my answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answers of all is still...
"WAIT."
Mark
Modesto
When I was 17, I was undergoing cancer treatment. A week or so before it was to end and I would be able to go home (500 miles away), I contracted an infection. It was devastating, painful, and a very hard recovery. But I recovered and a few weeks later than I had wanted, I was home.
I look forward to seeing what God has in mind for Connor.
As always, I follow his situation many times a day. So far, miraculous things have happened. I can't imagine why that wouldn't continue.
Donna H
Tumwater WA
Psalm 20:7-8 " Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the Lord our God. They are brought to their knees and fall, but we rise up and stand firm." I will continue to pray for Connor and his family.
Love,
Anna, Savannah's friend
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