" I Feel Your Prayers?"
Among the plethora of things that I don't get, that's one of them. I've never known what it meant to feel someone else's prayers.
Don't get me wrong. I covet folks' prayers. And in a recent bout with the realities of being 70 years old and a guy, I've appreciated every one offered up on my behalf. But what I might speculate is the effect of the prayers of friends, is what I didn't feel. Namely fear, uncertainty, insecurity, stuff like that.
And I've felt none, to this very date. Which is Monday the 15th of June, three days prior to my planned trip to Baptist Shelby Hospital where I'll say a permanent good-bye to my prostate gland.
I prefer not to have cancerous parts in my body. And that's what it is.
So, thanks to the good Dr. Jason Burrus .. who's been described as the king of robotic surgery ... and a wonderful piece of technology called the De Vinci (machine, appliance, gizmo, whatever...), I'm about to say good-bye to what is rarely a friend to a 70-year-old man, anyway.
NOTE: No .. that's not a picture of a prostate gland up there in the corner. It's a picture of a walnut, which is supposed to be about the same size. I couldn't bring my self to put up a picture of my, or anybody else's, actual body part. Sorry.
I know, I know. Folks raised when I was, (namely back when a ladies' undergarments were called unmentionables, and actually were unmentionable. And invisible.) don't talk about stuff like prostate glands in polite company.
So? Who said I'm polite company?
It's been an interesting trip to this point, starting with a somewhat elevated PSA level 7 months ago, followed by a more elevated level, above the level of concern, a month ago. Well, it was interesting except for the biopsy, which is best left undescribed, out of consideration for folks sensitive about the abuse of bodily orifices. I don't suppose it would be nearly as interesting if more than just two of the twelve tissue samples had cancer cells in them; thankfully that's all there was. And the doctor said, of this particular cancer, "If you have to have cancer, this one's a pretty good one to have".
So it's off to Baptist Shelby Medical Center Thursday morning, June 19th, at 5am (which will hopefully be the biggest OUCH of the day ... 5 in the morning!).
I'm setting this up to drop at noon on Friday. If this doesn't show up on the blog and you don't read this, then you have my permission to worry.
I'm not planning on doing that, myself.
AND.... the followup edit: I'm back home, and in a nutshell, the surgeon says it was a "textbook operation". In the time before and since, I've had just enough ... just enough pain to remind of of what Jesus went through for me ... and just enough dark moments to remind me how utterly I must depend on Him ... but also more than enough ... far. far more than enough assurance and faithfulness and goodness of God.
I am, among all men, most blessed. Regardless of what body parts I may not have any more.