The Way Things Happen

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When I reoriented myself this morning after a restless night and a couple of hours of trying to go back to sleep and finally giving up, I was startled to see, after getting my computer going, that it has been only two days since I last posted here. It seems like a week.

First, let me tell you that we are once again amazed by grace that we find ourselves safely and comfortably sheltered, fed and counseled by dear old friends. We are presently staying at the home of Mick and Marg Horwood in Brisbane.

I stumbled out into the garden this morning to take a couple of pictures, because I can’t stand to write without images, even if they have little to do with my subject matter:

Above is an image of promise, fat little strawberries growing warm in the morning sun.

The title today, The Way Things Happen is very ambiguous. I don’t have a lot of time to write, so I’ll have to cram it in quickly, like my breakfast. What follows is a digest of random happenings mostly good, some less so. Don’t expect it to make any sense.

My charger for my Canon G11 has chosen the morning to give up the ghost. Fortunately, I brought my Olympus SP590UZ along and it uses AA batteries. So, when the Canon battery dies, I’ll still have a camera. Okay, bad news, good news.

As I mentioned, we have once again found safe haven to protect and nourish us as we face the current terrors.

Our dear friend Richard Jones showed up yesterday evening from Madang. I am astounded, but not surprised at the love that is being poured out for Eunie. Carol Dover, recently relocated in Vanuatu, is also flying in soon.

This is a plant I found in the Horwood’s garden that seems unlikely – possibly designed by a committee:

You will note a very nice lemon tree in the background.

Our son, Hans, arrives today from Hamilton, Ontario. It’s difficult for me to express my emotions now, because I have to maintain a certain numbness. It will be good to have him here to see his mom and hear with us what the future holds.

Regular readers will know that I don’t throw my religious beliefs in your face. It’s not the purpose of this journal. Ask me, I’ll tell you. However, I must say that it is a strange experience to be wandering in this desert of profound negative feelings, which you can imagine for yourself. What makes it stranger yet, but eases the journey, is the way that every time we get to the point where I am thinking to myself that I simply do not know what to do, some unexpected door opens and I find an oasis of relief. As for myself, I attribute this to God’s mercy.

Eunie and I have always known that we would have to travel such a road at some point. I always hoped that I would simply drop dead some day and Eunie could carry on. She’s so much better equipped to deal with life than I. Now the sequence seems to be in question.

All that I know for certain is that a couple of nights ago we nearly lost her. However, with the help of Val and her doctor’s house call (!), we got her back. I told Val quite frankly that, if she had not been there for us, Eunie would very likely not have survived another day.

That’s about all the rambling that I have time for this morning. Today is going to be interesting.

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I won’t go into the gory medical details, because it’s only the outcome that matters. Three nights ago, after seeing Eunie go downhill rapidly for several days while we were waiting for our appointments in Brisbane, she crashed. She was nearly unresponsive, could not stay awake and would not eat or drink. Val’s private GP came to the house after his office hours and said that we needed to get her into the Gympie Hospital, which we did the next morning with difficulty in Val’s car. He blood pressure was shocking. The anti-inflammatory she had been taking since receiving a stent in her bile duct had caused her to bleed in her stomach. They hooked up many hoses to her and began to rehydrate her. They also gave her two units of blood.

Eunie bounced back eventually after a morning of us hearing discouraging words. Yesterday, she was stable enough to transport her by ambulance to Wesley Hospital in Brisbane. She is scheduled today for an MRI and some other tests. There will be some other kind of scan also.

As of last night, she was in no pain. I expect within a few days to hear some prognosis from the oncologists.

NOTE: I am going to try to answer all of the comments that I am receiving and all of the email messages. Every message is important to me, but I may not be able to keep up with the flood. I’m sure that you will understand this.

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11 Responses to “The Way Things Happen”

  1. kristy Says:

    Thank you for the update. Prayers still for you all.
    No need to respond. Spend time with your soul mate!

  2. Ahna Says:

    Hey praise the LORD. I have been praying at every thought of her. Im so pleased to know that your WONDER WOMAN FRIEND VAL was there for the rescue. Obviously this was the path you were to take to have her there to help you both. Hans dropped me an email on either Sunday or Monday to tell me he was heading out. Im so so so so happy. Waiting on your blogs to see what is going on so no hurry here. Just enjoy eachother and Hans visit.

    Love Ahna

  3. Carolyn Says:

    HI Jan, not sure when you will get this but if you could email me the address where you are staying I will arrange to have some meat dropped off (assuming you and your hosts are not vegetarian?). I cant do much but we are farmers and butchers so this is something I can do to help. We have been down this road not long ago and would love to help. Carolyn xx

  4. Ali Says:

    Oh Carolyn, How amazing this is! Those photos of Mt Beppo the other day were mine and I now think that I know who you are?
    You are our butchers, the Blacklocks from Toogoolawah and we are the McEvoys from “Ramblers Drop Zone” Toogoolawah.
    I cannot wait to see you……and hug you for your thoughtfulness and caring.

  5. MadDog Says:

    Wow, Carolyn, that is about the most simultaneously wonderful and strange comment that I have ever seen. We are presently in Brisbane staying at the home of friends. Our goal is to get Eunie back to Gympie at Val Jerram’s home to care for her and wait for God’s timing. Val will email you later this evening and give you her mobile number. You two can talk further about your generous offer.

  6. Bobbi Says:

    My first look at your site. Val sent it to me so I could stay in the loop. Thank you so very much for spending time sharing your
    news, thoughts, fears, and photos with those who love you and Eunie. It helps as I feel so far away – – but know that few moments are passing that I am not thinking of you both. Sent Val some photos of Eunie — some in PNG, some in Canada, and even a couple here in Texas – when I took her to Rockdale

  7. Alison Hughes Says:

    Dear Friends,
    I am thinking of you both, at this time. You have been in my thoughts, I am so very sorry to hear the outcome, and pray for Eunice every day. I cannot imagine what you are going through, God give you strength everyday. My love to you both. Big hugs Ali xo

  8. MadDog Says:

    Bobbi, thanks for commenting here. I remember you with much joy. You are a playful person and I love that. This is a very sad time for very many people – al those who have been touched by Eunie’s love. Enjoy your photos and think of Eunie now.

  9. MadDog Says:

    I can feel your hugs, Alison and I will pass them on to Eunie. There are so many in Madang and around the world who love her. I am sure that you are in very good company.

  10. Ali Says:

    Dear Jan,
    Carolyn Blacklock and I met today for the first time- even tho we live in the same very small place. We embraced as tho we had known each other for years…. all thanks to you and to Eunie who are so good at bringing people together in friendship through communication and caring. You have done this on more than one occasion for Dave and I.
    Thankyou both for these wonderful gifts. We all care so much for you two and send our love and smiles.

  11. MadDog Says:

    Ali, it was a lovely experience to feel the love from someone who wanted to help by giving us meat. Mick Horwood laughed when he heard it and said that this is the Australian butcher’s way of helping out in nearly any situation. It warmed my heart greatly. I’m so happy that the two of you discovered a new friendship. Eunie is still affecting people even now in the twilight of her life.