Sunday, November 19th, is a blur. I mostly slept, which is understandable after such radical surgery. My family came and sat with me most of the day. Friends came and visited. I didn’t make a guest book so I do not remember everyone who dropped in. Most of the day I spent sitting up in a chair. Sleeping.

Monday was a little more eventful. They started removing some of the tubes hanging out of various appendages which gave me a little more freedom. They also decided to move me from the ICU to a regular room. Before I could be moved though, I had to show a Physical Therapist I could get out of and back into bed without using my arms. Roll over. Sit up. Stand up without falling over. Then reverse. Sit down. Lay down on side. Roll over onto back. Without using my arms. I cannot lift over ten pounds or raise my arms over shoulder height. Once I demonstrated I could correctly get out of bed, they (there were two people) walked me to an elevator, up a floor (I think) and then down a couple of long hallways to another room. Once all the tubes were out and I was in a regular hospital room I was officially, in my mind, on the road to recovery. This road is not a short.

I do not have to relearn anything. I simply have to heal and strengthen. Healing means letting the body do that for which it was created. I am not trained in anatomy and physiology and cannot speak to the intricacies of how and why the human body does what it does, but personal experience and the expertise of those who worked on me, tells me that the body heals itself, as a general law of nature, which means my body will heal according to that law. Only in death does the body cease to heal.

This does not mean the body heals completely, as good as new. I am still 63, not 36. My heart is patched, not new. Only God can make a new heart and then He only does this with the spiritual heart. I will still physically die. It is the unique spiritual person who will exist for eternity.

Jesus walked around healing people. Fevers, leprosy, blindness and deafness. He even raised people from the dead.  He did none of these things in private but in front of crowds of people. These people would tell other people what Jesus had done which brought more sick people to Him for Him to heal. All of the people Jesus healed eventually died.

And he went throughout all Galilee, teaching in their synagogues and proclaiming the gospel of the kingdom and healing every disease and every affliction among the people. So his fame spread throughout all Syria, and they brought him all the sick, those afflicted with various diseases and pains, those oppressed by demons, those having seizures, and paralytics, and he healed them. And great crowds followed him from Galilee and the Decapolis, and from Jerusalem and Judea, and from beyond the Jordan. (Matthew 4:23-25 ESV)



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