You take the victories God gives you. My primary care physician thought I had bursitis of the hip. “I am referring you to a sports medicine doctor to get a cortisone shot and you will feel better fast.”
So I went. Something bothered the next doctor. Why wasn’t I feeling pain when he pushed on the hip joint. But went he bent the leg outward I screamed. “This feels more like a stress fracture.” That meant 6 weeks of lying immobile and then rehab. So much for our World Convention.
He takes X-rays. X-rays can’t see many stress fractures. This one didn’t. “You need a cat-scan.”
Two more days of night and day pain. My wife and assistant take me in the car with seat almost flat. Wheelchairs and crutches increase my pain. I must walk slowly with my arm on somebody.
Mechelle goes in the hospital while we wait in the car. She explains to the front desk that I cannot stand or sit. I can only lie down. The front desk manager assures her I can walk directly to the cat-scan table. However, some devil got on her. When I finally made it inside seconds away from collapsing with pain. She insisted rudely that more signatures are required.
I dove to the floor in front of everybody. Somehow, doing that speeds things up. The two nicest nurses came to my rescue. I am on the hard table gritting my teeth during the scan and finally it is over. We go home with still no relief.
Someone suggested in a Facebook comment that I repent. Believe me, lying there in the dead of night with no position that relieves the agony—you repent of everything. I even repented for my ancestors—whoever they are.
Back to the sports medicine doctor with the cat-scan results. He looks and looks and says there is no fracture. That was yesterday. Where did it go? Was it there and the prayers of so many were answered? That would not surprise me. You take the victories God gives you and build on that.
He kept telling me this is good news. I can get a cortisone shot now. So give it to me! He can’t, he doesn’t have an ultra-sound machine. I am thinking, that’s why I was sent here in the first place!
“I am referring you to a doctor who is a specialist in these things.” Code for “we don’t know what’s wrong with you.” Back to square one.
I can walk better. There are even times now where the pain subsides to a dull ache. There you have it. You take the victories God gives you. You worship Him. You thank Him.
Mechelle and I want to thank the host of people who took time to tell us they are praying. As I said before…there is no version of this where the enemy wins.