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Where Was God? Part 2
Part 2
On the ride home we agreed not to worry the children. We would just tell them I was sick and would have to stay home until I got better. There were so many things that needed to be taken care of, in case anything was to happen. We would lay in bed late at night after the children were asleep and figure things out. Ie.. Writing of a will, the money situation, what to do about my job and the business, what to tell our friends, our families, the Church. How worried should we be about this?
The days passed and the Valium prescriptions were plentiful. Half the time I’d have to delay taking a pill so that I could be awake enough to make plans with my wife. I became withdrawn and wanted to sleep all the time. Bobbie would wake me up for doctor appointments, to eat, take a shower and just about everything. We sat down with the doctor and discussed our options. One was to have brain surgery and two was to do nothing. Just live as I was living and let the end come whenever. The doctor said that he really didn’t know what would happen if the Aneurysm were to burst. But he did know that it wouldn’t be nice.
The best surgeon was located in New York by the name of Brown. My doctor contacted him and he said he’d perform the operation if I wanted. Only I had to sign a paper that if I died on his table, he wouldn’t be responsible. I ask my doctor to set up appointments with the hospitals over in Philadelphia so we could get the opinion of other doctors. They ranged from having the brain surgery to do nothing.
Late one night we decided to have the surgery. I called my doctor the next morning and ask if we could come in to talk. The appointment was set for two o’clock the next day. Later that night a doctor from one of the hospitals over in Philadelphia called me and ask to speak about a new procedure she was performing that might be very advantageous to have before the brain surgery. We talked for a while and she said it would be better if I came there and she could show me what she wanted to do while explaining it. I felt God telling me to listen and I did. I called my doctor an rescheduled my appointment with him for the following week. Again he informed me that the longer I waited the more of a chance of something happening.
The next day I drove over to Philadelphia and spoke with the doctor there. She explained the procedure and explained that by implanting pellets into blood vessels around the Aneurysm it would reduce the blood flow t that vessel causing it to reduce in size. She further explained that this alone would not take care of the problem, but it would give me a better chance of survival. I told her I’d have to go and talk it over with my wife and I’d get back to her. That night Bobbie and I talked and decided it was worth the risk.
The following week while sitting in the waiting room to see my doctor I saw a magazine on the table beside me and picked it up. I was very nervous about what was to come next. I opened it to an article about a doctor performing something called Gamma Knife Surgery. It explained about how it was still in the experimental stages and the promises it held for brain aneurysms. I read it and showed it to my wife. We looked at each other and said why not. When we got up to go into the doctor’s office I took it with me. My doctor said he hadn’t read it yet. He read it while we sat there and he exclaimed that it was still experimental and it was being performed in Japan and only to corporate executives and presidents of very large companies. He explained that this was probably do to the expense and insurance would not cover it. We ask him to contact the doctor and see if he’s look at me to see if I was a candidate for his operation. What we saw was that his procedure didn’t involve cutting the brain open. Our doctor said he’d call in the morning and see what he could arrange.
The next day our doctor called and said he wasn’t able to reach the other doctor over in Japan. Since the article he had left Japan. He then stated that he called the magazine and ask for the author of the article. He spoke with him and found out that the doctor was now in Virginia practicing. He had called there and spoke with the doctor and set an appointment for me two days form this appointment. We thanked our doctor and went home to plan for the trip. We told our daughters that we were going on a short vacation and their Aunt would be flying up from Georgia to watch them while we were gone. The children didn’t think anything out of the ordinary. Two days later we started our drive to North Virginia. Along the way I kept praying that God would give me an answer to weather I should do this or have the brain surgery. As we entered the mountains of North Virginia I saw three crosses on a hill. They were shining in the morning light. I pointed them out to my wife and said that if we saw another three crosses on another hill it would be our sign. I have to tell you that we saw many, many more crosses on many hills along our drive. In one small city there was a huge mountain and on the top were three very large crosses. I looked at my wife and smiled for the first time in a long time.
Written by Richard
Part 2
On the ride home we agreed not to worry the children. We would just tell them I was sick and would have to stay home until I got better. There were so many things that needed to be taken care of, in case anything was to happen. We would lay in bed late at night after the children were asleep and figure things out. Ie.. Writing of a will, the money situation, what to do about my job and the business, what to tell our friends, our families, the Church. How worried should we be about this?
The days passed and the Valium prescriptions were plentiful. Half the time I’d have to delay taking a pill so that I could be awake enough to make plans with my wife. I became withdrawn and wanted to sleep all the time. Bobbie would wake me up for doctor appointments, to eat, take a shower and just about everything. We sat down with the doctor and discussed our options. One was to have brain surgery and two was to do nothing. Just live as I was living and let the end come whenever. The doctor said that he really didn’t know what would happen if the Aneurysm were to burst. But he did know that it wouldn’t be nice.
The best surgeon was located in New York by the name of Brown. My doctor contacted him and he said he’d perform the operation if I wanted. Only I had to sign a paper that if I died on his table, he wouldn’t be responsible. I ask my doctor to set up appointments with the hospitals over in Philadelphia so we could get the opinion of other doctors. They ranged from having the brain surgery to do nothing.
Late one night we decided to have the surgery. I called my doctor the next morning and ask if we could come in to talk. The appointment was set for two o’clock the next day. Later that night a doctor from one of the hospitals over in Philadelphia called me and ask to speak about a new procedure she was performing that might be very advantageous to have before the brain surgery. We talked for a while and she said it would be better if I came there and she could show me what she wanted to do while explaining it. I felt God telling me to listen and I did. I called my doctor an rescheduled my appointment with him for the following week. Again he informed me that the longer I waited the more of a chance of something happening.
The next day I drove over to Philadelphia and spoke with the doctor there. She explained the procedure and explained that by implanting pellets into blood vessels around the Aneurysm it would reduce the blood flow t that vessel causing it to reduce in size. She further explained that this alone would not take care of the problem, but it would give me a better chance of survival. I told her I’d have to go and talk it over with my wife and I’d get back to her. That night Bobbie and I talked and decided it was worth the risk.
The following week while sitting in the waiting room to see my doctor I saw a magazine on the table beside me and picked it up. I was very nervous about what was to come next. I opened it to an article about a doctor performing something called Gamma Knife Surgery. It explained about how it was still in the experimental stages and the promises it held for brain aneurysms. I read it and showed it to my wife. We looked at each other and said why not. When we got up to go into the doctor’s office I took it with me. My doctor said he hadn’t read it yet. He read it while we sat there and he exclaimed that it was still experimental and it was being performed in Japan and only to corporate executives and presidents of very large companies. He explained that this was probably do to the expense and insurance would not cover it. We ask him to contact the doctor and see if he’s look at me to see if I was a candidate for his operation. What we saw was that his procedure didn’t involve cutting the brain open. Our doctor said he’d call in the morning and see what he could arrange.
The next day our doctor called and said he wasn’t able to reach the other doctor over in Japan. Since the article he had left Japan. He then stated that he called the magazine and ask for the author of the article. He spoke with him and found out that the doctor was now in Virginia practicing. He had called there and spoke with the doctor and set an appointment for me two days form this appointment. We thanked our doctor and went home to plan for the trip. We told our daughters that we were going on a short vacation and their Aunt would be flying up from Georgia to watch them while we were gone. The children didn’t think anything out of the ordinary. Two days later we started our drive to North Virginia. Along the way I kept praying that God would give me an answer to weather I should do this or have the brain surgery. As we entered the mountains of North Virginia I saw three crosses on a hill. They were shining in the morning light. I pointed them out to my wife and said that if we saw another three crosses on another hill it would be our sign. I have to tell you that we saw many, many more crosses on many hills along our drive. In one small city there was a huge mountain and on the top were three very large crosses. I looked at my wife and smiled for the first time in a long time.
Written by Richard
