For those of you just joining us, I've finished four nights in the hospital waiting for three measurable "events" (seizures) from the same part of my brain to coincide with symptoms on an eeg tracing. I'm hooked up with 25 multicolored wires on my skull and cheek, along with an ekg sensor on my chest.
There's a workstation that looks like a giant whose head is the 360-degree camera that watches me 24/7 (night vision as well). The neck would be a solid pole that runs down the whole unit, to which everything else attaches. The chest is the TV monitor, and if you turn it on, it looks rather like a seismograph, with the tracings recording every tremor in the landscape of my brain. It also kind of looks like an Etch-A-Sketch, since it clears every time it passes over itself again, so it becomes mesmerizing to watch how wildly the needles bounce around when I laugh, or chew, or blink.
But those activities are on the outside. The electrodes are near to them. I'm now understanding better why the little 1-second long enhanced squiggle from the area over the right temporal lobe was so faint. The doctor showed me this tracing which was about as good as we have so far, which happened when I was playing computer memory game which made me confused and unable to remember the simplest tasks.
But God is the Designer of that brain, isn't he? He isn't stumped by how to demonstrate any kind of activity if he wants to. As the One who made the neurons, I think he can handle the eeg. How about the life? Can I trust him--and remember to trust him? Well I may need sticky notes to remind me. Or a love letter. The best possible one. Available all the time, with promises of hope.
So far, God's message has been to glorify him in suffering, to show that his grace is sufficient in my weakness. He has flooded me with his peace through this process, and he is carrying me through, no matter how it unfolds. How about you?
Then your light will break out like the dawn, and your recovery will speedily spring forth; and your righteousness will go before you; the glory of the Lord will be your rear guard.
Isaiah 58:8
you are in our prayers!!! Love you my wonderful Aunt
ReplyDeletei lift you up to the Heavens...knowing that He hears....!
ReplyDeletemy heart holds you.
Visiting here brings much hope...prayers continue to be lifted...
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