I had high hopes...

I had high hopes that the gall bladder surgery would remove the source of the bile, and I could soon return to life as I knew it before all the vomiting. To our great disappointment, the surgeon found things extremely complicated once he got his “camera” inside the abdomen. He said it would have been too risky to proceed with the surgery, because the cancer had involved the gall bladder with adjoining intestines and liver surfaces. So I’m sewed up, in no pain, and back at square one. We’re sad and somewhat numb. Here’s the good news: God is not surprised. We’ll see the oncologist early Monday morning and will discuss other options. On Monday we’ll sign the forms to enter the local Hospice program. If you’d like more details about that program, let me know via a comment, and I’ll be happy to write more.

Some dear friends came this afternoon and brought a card with this message. It rings true!

“God holds our lives in His hands
like precious stones,
polishing each with challenges,
choices,
and changes.
And in time we become shining reflections
Of His purpose,
Of His promise,
Of His love.

That’s good truth.

I think I don’t need to tell you that we need prayer for guidance. I’ve been so aware of the terrific prayer support you all are providing. What gifts of grace. I’d still be thrilled to be healed on earth, but whatever God chooses is good.

Love,
Carol