No one looks forward to surgery...well almost no one. Jacque has known about her impending date with the surgeon since early in August. In the Huntsville City School system if she misses those days she still has to write lesson plans for the sub. So why be laid up and still have to work? So she delayed the hip replacement until December where she could write the lessons in advance and also have the Christmas Break to recuperate. But she's been in pain. Lot's of pain. She got these bionic, high speed racing crutches, has been scooting around her class in an office chair and finally gave in to a zero turn wheel chair. So she's looking forward to surgery.
We use terms like surgery, procedure, incisions, appliance...but here's the deal. They cut you open. With a very sharp knife they call a scalpel..sounds so much nicer doesn't it? They saw off the part of your bone that doesn't work and put a machined part (probably something Steve could make in the shop) in by drilling into the existing bone and attaching it. I've seen videos of appliances being hammered into place with the type hammer I use to put 8 inch staples in on the ropes course. Then they will put a socket (another machine shop, foreign object) into the old one and put all back together. Then they sew you up. Yep like a garment. They just stitch your skin back together. I used to hear folks say, "If God wanted us to fly he'd have given us wings." I feel the same way about surgery and zippers. Sure it works and it's the best we've got right now but if going in there to fix things was really, really ideal why don't we have access panels built in like the fuse panel of my truck? So now that I've been as graphic as I can be in a church bulletin/blog...Why does anyone look forward to surgery?
It represents the end of pain. It represents the end of the suffering. It represents loosing the chair, the racing crutches, the pain medicine, limited mobility and restrictions. Her "therapy" is to walk...I guess that's the point. She will be able to walk again. We can hike, play disc golf on the mountain. She can shop.
No one looks forward to dying...well almost no one. I've known about my impending date with death since early in my life. I don't know when my appointment is. I don't know how it will happen. We talk in terms of passing away, terminal illness, deceased....Well it can happen with old age, violent trauma, disease, accident. No matter the details it boils down to this. Your heart quits beating. Your soul leaves the body. Your body turns to dirt. Unlike surgery we were designed for this. (II Cor. 5:1-5)
No more crutches, wheel chairs, pain, weaknesses, sin, sorrow, fear...we will be able to walk again---with God.
We use terms like surgery, procedure, incisions, appliance...but here's the deal. They cut you open. With a very sharp knife they call a scalpel..sounds so much nicer doesn't it? They saw off the part of your bone that doesn't work and put a machined part (probably something Steve could make in the shop) in by drilling into the existing bone and attaching it. I've seen videos of appliances being hammered into place with the type hammer I use to put 8 inch staples in on the ropes course. Then they will put a socket (another machine shop, foreign object) into the old one and put all back together. Then they sew you up. Yep like a garment. They just stitch your skin back together. I used to hear folks say, "If God wanted us to fly he'd have given us wings." I feel the same way about surgery and zippers. Sure it works and it's the best we've got right now but if going in there to fix things was really, really ideal why don't we have access panels built in like the fuse panel of my truck? So now that I've been as graphic as I can be in a church bulletin/blog...Why does anyone look forward to surgery?
It represents the end of pain. It represents the end of the suffering. It represents loosing the chair, the racing crutches, the pain medicine, limited mobility and restrictions. Her "therapy" is to walk...I guess that's the point. She will be able to walk again. We can hike, play disc golf on the mountain. She can shop.
No one looks forward to dying...well almost no one. I've known about my impending date with death since early in my life. I don't know when my appointment is. I don't know how it will happen. We talk in terms of passing away, terminal illness, deceased....Well it can happen with old age, violent trauma, disease, accident. No matter the details it boils down to this. Your heart quits beating. Your soul leaves the body. Your body turns to dirt. Unlike surgery we were designed for this. (II Cor. 5:1-5)
No more crutches, wheel chairs, pain, weaknesses, sin, sorrow, fear...we will be able to walk again---with God.
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