Today, November 11th is the day that we head off to the Mayo Clinic. I feel like a man sailing off into the vast ocean in a sturdy vessel but with no navigational equipment.
We have no idea how this thing is going to go.Karla, my youngest son Jared (age 3), and I plan to drive up to Rochester tonight for an appointment that begins Wednesday morning at 7:30. Some very kind Christian folks near Spring Valley, south of Rochester, whom we have never met are allowing us to stay in their home free of charge for as long as we need a place to stay. He himself is a physician in a practice with a friend of mine from college many years ago. That’s how this providential connection was made. What a relief it is to have this major detail checked off the list!
Tests begin in earnest tomorrow morning. I have been told by some to expect a repeat of most of the tests I had been subjected to while in the hospital in Des Moines. I’m not expecting the tests to be as interesting or novel this time around. The Mayo folks have told us to plan on being up there from 3-9 days and to be prepared even for surgery if that is what is determined to be the best course of action. I’ll write more later about the possible treatments, risks, etc, when I have more information about my particular case.
I’m not in a state of panic, nor am I experiencing a sense of dread, nor do I have any anger or malice of any kind toward God. For years I have preached on the sovereignty and supremacy of God over all things. Now is the time for me to put it into practice.
It is comforting to know that I will be in the hands of perhaps the most skillful human beings on earth with regard to AVM’s but I know that all the days ordained for me were ordained before even one of them came to be (Psalm 139). Not only the number of days, but how each of those days would be. Why now, after 16,000 plus days of life do I find out about something that has been there my whole life? How would I know? God is His own interpreter and He will make it plain.