Our three days at Stanford were filled with tests. The infections managed, rather than cured, Ron has equilibrium, balance problems and vertigo with clobbering attacks of nausea. The physicians already know this, we’ve both told them. Doctors discuss and begin to measure, quantify, and if possible, discover how significant is Ron’s condition.
Will it be easily managed? How extensive? Is it possible to control or cure? Will he always have to deal with this? The answers for the moment are still unknown.
Ron’s first day was grueling, full of balance tests with initials instead of names. How close could they get him to the edge without crashing. Not far. The following day was loaded with more forms to fill, each asking questions for which we have no easy answers, or better said, no answers at all. Day three began hard, stayed hard and then the journey home.
This is truth. So many of you prayed for him those days going without his anti-nausea and other medicines. The miles of carsick travel to and from and back and forth were made bearable because you prayed.
No incidents, though we were prepared. Nothing to make the pilgrimage more difficult than any other.
Your prayers answered. Your God-directed requests heard. Your whispers and moments spent made miracles for us.
Balance therapy has begun, the Stanford schedule filling two days each month and more to find at home. Ron walks with trekking poles, rhythmic moving, counting and restarting. His individual steps hesitant, yet slowly traversing the distance away, then nearly drained, heading home.
Praising God, glory and honor where they are due. Thanking Him for this grace in our journey. We thank you for your gift of God-grace extended to us through your prayers.
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