Tuesday was Anthony’s turn. His bicep tendon repair surgery was scheduled for the 19th, and Baylee and I were there with him. My own pain was minimal that day, but my nerves were all over the place—especially since the hospital didn’t give many updates while he was in surgery. I had my knee scooter with me, so every now and then I wheeled myself around the waiting area just to ease the tension.
After what felt like hours, a nurse finally told us they were almost finished and he would soon be in recovery. Baylee and I decided to step outside for a quick walk/scoot to breathe some fresh air before seeing him.
When they finally let me back to recovery, I could tell right away that Anthony wasn’t himself. He was very loopy, his arm and hand completely numb, and his balance was off. A nurse brushed it off with a comment that he wasn’t on anything that strong and “should be fine.” But he wasn’t fine. He was weak and unsteady. My heart ached seeing him like that, and I silently prayed over him as I helped him get dressed the best I could—me with my knee scooter and him barely able to stand steady.
They didn’t offer a wheelchair or extra help, so I watched nervously as my poor husband staggered his way to the waiting room where Baylee was. All I could do was pray that God would steady his steps and quickly restore his strength. We got him into the car, and I sat in the back with him, wanting to be as close as possible. He muttered a few silly remarks, a mix of grogginess and relief, and before long, we made it home.
At home, he mostly slept, still talking about how numb his hand and arm felt. It became clear that there was some nerve involvement, and fear tried to creep in. But in that moment, I had to make a choice—to believe the report of fear or the promises of God.
“For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.”
— 2 Timothy 1:7 (NKJV)
Anthony’s healing journey had only just begun, and mine was still coming later that week. But we clung to this truth:
“He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.”
— Isaiah 40:29 (NIV)
This was not how we imagined August would go, but we knew God was walking with us step by step, holding us up when our strength failed.
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