We 2 Shall Meet

Needless to say since the infected wound was not removed with the amputation, six months after I left the hospital I was right back in the same capsizing boat. With the exception that we had caught it sooner this time. The surgeon had to take some more of my leg off, which just so happened to be the amount exactly above the rotting tissue that I previously tried to have amputated. Imagine That?!

The infection had moved further up the bone, but the doctor was sure they could arrest it with a new more powerful antibiotic that was now available. The problem was I needed to receive this intravenously, twice a day, for a month and have constant supervision to make sure the infection didn't relapse again. I also needed licensed medical personnel to assess me on whether I could still live on my own at the end of all this torture. We had a problem. Where was all this going to be possible?

God had a plan, not just for me but for another family member.

Before the first amputation my step-dad, the only husband of my mother's who treated me and my siblings like a Godly-Father should, the one man I considered worthy of being called 'My Dad' had gotten very ill, was diagnosed with Alzheimer's and had to be placed in a nursing home.

My mother was aging and was dedicated to visiting Dave for long periods of time. This became extremely draining on her. I also knew being that hospitals had become my second home, how frightening it was to be alone in a medical facility and how fear of the unknown crept up on you in times of solace. I was going to do anything to alleviate 'My Dad' of these terrors.

At this point we weren't sure how long he had left, so everyday I would make the trek by bus and my manual wheelchair of fifteen miles to visit him. But eventually it became an impossibility due to the weather and my bad health. I still worried about him and wanted to spend time with him.

God's awesome plan was for me to be placed in the same nursing home as 'My Dad' so I could visit him as much as I wanted. Yahoo!

While I recovered and went through the antibiotic treatment Dave and I got together to play bingo, have father-daughter talks, go to sing-a-longs where I held 'My Daddy's' hand and read the Bible together. I believe God allowed me this time so that I could spend one-on-one, quality time with this 'Awesome Example of a Father' before God took Dave Adams to spend eternity with Him. Thank you Lord for this wonderful man.

I love you Dad/Daddy/Father! I truly appreciate the time we had together and will have again in heaven.

In everything he followed the example of his father Joash.

2 Kings 14:3

I am blessed

Merrym Dawn Mathis Bruce