Yesterday was an interesting experience for me. I’ve learned over the years that I’m basically a brave, calm, and patient person. Oh, my son and husband will tell you that I’m fearful of a dozen things and always too cautious, but I know that if I need to do something I can usually muster the courage to do it. And I’ve also discovered that God often prepares me for trials long before I face them. The year before Gary collapsed with a perforated colon and went through months of surgeries and problems, I had actually read a story in a magazine about a woman who went through a similar experience, so I was prepared and knowledgeable about many of the tests and procedures he had to endure. I can’t begin to explain to you how much that helped me.
Yesterday might have been a frightening experience for someone who is a little claustrophobic and squeamish about anyone or anything touching her face. However, because of my earlier emergency surgery for my retinal detachment, I wasn’t worried about letting someone work on my eye. I was calm and relaxed. I also felt surrounded by the love and prayers of my family and friends. Many had shared their experiences and several even have the same doctor. I knew I was in good hands.
However, it occurred to me later in the afternoon that any medical procedure is a matter of profound faith. As we all get older and require more and more medical assistance to maintain our quality of life, we expand the group of people we must trust with our lives. The surgeon who worked on my eye was a stranger to me, chosen by my ophthalmologist. I counted at least six people involved in my eye surgery yesterday. All strangers. We don’t get an opportunity to study resumes or conduct interviews of the people who treat our ailing bodies. We trust them to do their jobs and take excellent care of us. We trust God to control the outcome.
It takes a village to raise a child. It takes another village to care for an aging grandmother. I’m so glad that I was in the hands of such a great group yesterday!