The hunt began to find a neurosurgeon will to take my case and fix the tethered cord and extract the lipoma. I don’t remember how many neurosurgeons I spoke with in the Houston area. I just remember feeling completely drained from this hunt for the one willing to help me. I either heard “this can’t be done” to “I think this person can help you better.” I laughed walking out the door after hearing these responses because they were basically telling me that they weren’t skilled enough to accept this challenge I laid out in front of them. I was not giving up, this is MY life and I still have a lot more years to live.
I’ve really never been hunting but I assume it’s part patience, part skill, and some part luck. I was a hunter looking for that surgeon that would take my case. I had tons of patience. My skill was learning what the diagnosis was and knowing what questions to ask. Then came the luck, or maybe God’s will, landing on the right doctor, which will say yes and click with me through all of these referrals. I narrowed my eyes on the final prey…a pediatric neurosurgeon at a big hospital and he never knew what was about to hit him!
I remember sitting in the waiting room, looking around at all the kids playing waiting for their appointments. My heart ached. Oh how I wished I could take their pain away. It kills me when I see children battling medical problems. How could they smile through all of this? God is good and has a greater plan, one we aren’t ready to understand. The strength these children have can bring a grown man to his knees. This strength that I saw in their beautiful eyes was strength I learned to help me endure through this process. It’s so incredible what a child can show you in their eyes and smile!!! Now I know part of the reason. This neurosurgeon was a man of God. He prayed all the time and took all of his cases seriously and to the Lord. He prayed for himself and his patients. I am sure that is what helped all of us gain more strength. Having a faithful, humble doctor showed me the power of daily prayer.
Yes he did take my case. I wish we could have discussed it more over a pint of beer but that didn’t happen. I had yet to find out how serious my problems were and wouldn’t for a while. All I knew was he wanted the surgery done as soon as possible and I was all for that because I just wanted to get back to school. Back to the grind of a full load of college classes, my friends, and all my social engagements. Little did I know that wasn’t in the cards for me, God had a different agenda. Funny because I always say “God uses you when you are completely broken and vulnerable.” But will I ever find out why, how, and when He would use me???????