Here’s a quick update on my husband’s recovery from his bicycle wreck in July. Not only has the wheelchair been returned to the medical supply company last but he has now ditched the crutches and is, for the most part, independently mobile. He is anxious to get back on the bike and hopes that the doctor will clear him next week at least to do some spinning on a stationary bike.
Looking back now, from the perspective of the end of the recovery process as opposed to the beginning, these past eight weeks or so passed much more quickly than I feared. At the start I gave myself a marker of October 1, telling myself to hang on until then, that surely by that date we would know improvement if not complete healing. The body’s ability to heal is amazing! Here we are at mid September, a few weeks away from my admittedly arbitrary target date, and, what do you know, life is nearly completely normal, yes and amen.
People ask me all the time what kind of patient my husband has been. There were some difficult days to be sure but he was an incredibly patient patient and I was continually humbled by his lack of complaint. I, on the other hand, have to admit that I was not quite so patient a nurse! That’s the thing about trials: our hidden ugliness tends to make itself shown in painful ways. I am grateful that not only was my husband patient in his infirmity but patient with me, his sometimes grouchy and irritable caregiver. He really loves me and I cannot understand it. I am so thankful for him and for how he loves me completely and unconditionally.
We both want to thank you for praying for us and for his recovery. The Lord has been faithful and we have known His providence not just in my husband’s physical healing but in the countless ways we were loved and cared for and prayed for. Thank you for being ministers of God’s varied grace to us in our time of need. We appreciate you all and we ask that the Lord graciously return to you many times over the blessings you have extended to us. Thank you!