“You had an excellent surgeon. If you had not been operated on that night, you would have died.”
These were the words of Brian’s doctor when he went for a post-op visit following an appendectomy. I could hardly believe what I was hearing—you mean I was almost a widow?
It started on Tuesday morning when Brian felt a bit nauseous; then pain started to develop and spread. Thinking it a bit unusual, he consulted Dr Google.
“It sounds like the appendix,” he said to me on the Tuesday afternoon.
My response was a bit offhand and casual, “Neither of us is ever sick; it wouldn’t be anything serious.”
The following morning, after a sleepless night, he asked if I could make an appointment for him to see the doctor. Ten minutes into the appointment our doctor came looking for me. “Take him straight to the hospital,” she said. “I think it’s his appendix. I’ll call the surgeon.”
Still not realising the seriousness of the situation, I casually took Brian to the Emergency Department, where he was promptly admitted—the surgeon was expecting him and very quickly had him in hospital garb, taking his temperature and performing scans.
The doctor confirmed that the scans showed it was his appendix and it would need to come out. He was looking for
a hospital where that could be done.
At 8 pm Brian was off on a very uncomfortable trip by ambulance to the hospital. Every bump on the road seemed to increase the pain in his stomach. By the time he arrived, his temperature had risen to a dangerous level and he was shaking uncontrollably. The nurse suggested a warm shower but that made no difference—the pain was becoming more intense.
At 10 pm that night the surgeon removed Brian’s ruptured, gangrenous appendix that had been slowly poisoning his system and—unattended—would have taken his life that night.
As I thought about how close this call with death had come, a Bible verse came to mind. Psalm 139 verse 16 says, “All the days allotted to me were written in your book before one of them came to be.”
Obviously God still has work for Brian and for us to do together. That gives me great comfort on a personal level. However, over the past five years we’ve gone through dark times—all of us go through dark times—and that puts an entirely different perspective on this verse “All the days allotted to me”.
Even though we don’t always understand or like this we choose to trust God and his ever unfolding plan for our lives and that of our family.