Friday, September 02, 2005

A Day of Blessings

Mrangelmeg had to have a medical procedure today, so I went along with him for moral support. It was a day of blessings.

The day was long, but the procedure went as well as we could have expected. We are back home and things look good. I got most of my Gradual School reading done for the week while I was waiting for mrangelmeg to emerge from the medical office where they were working on him.

This morning we encountered an older couple who talked too loudly and too much. In fact the woman was talking so much that I couldn't think, or do any kind of studying. If it weren't so funny, considering my post about Mark and his retreat earlier this week I would have been pretty mad. I just offered up the distraction and tried not to laugh too hard. Everyone else on the waiting room felt the same way about the poor woman. We heard her entire life story in the hour or so that she talked non-stop. Thank heavens her husband's procedure didn't take long.

Mrangelmeg's procedure took longer than most of the others in the office, in fact for a long stretch of time around noon I was the only person in the waiting room. That was when I began to read Seven Storey Mountain. I was pleasantly surprised how much I remember from the last time I read it.

Now we are back home, mrangelmeg is resting comfortably, and we are hopeful that his ear with heal completely. Praise God that his Doctor sent us to this Doctor who knew exactly how to excise this type of tumor.

Now all we have to do is watch and pray and take care of the scar as it heals.



Suzanne said...

mrangelmeg is in my prayers.

Mark Mossa, SJ said...


You're description of the waiting room kind of reminded me of Flannery O'Connor's story "Revelation," but without the "warthog from hell" drama!


Unknown said...


I never would have made the connection, but there was some revelation in her being there. This woman was so lonely and desperately in need of some connection.

The poor lady that got cornered finally was the one that I felt sorriest for, because while the rest of us could walk away if we wanted to, she was stuck right there listening to every vapid detail of that woman's life, and bless her heart she appeared to be interested.

When they finally left it occurred to me that I could have been a little mor charitable to her, she was probably scared, and that was how she handled the stress.

So I did learn something from her.

Heather said...

Prayers go out to mrangelmeg