Trading Places

Friday was a day of surprises. A day of trading places.

At 2:00 that afternoon, my son, Nathan, drove me to my pre-op appointment at an office next to the hospital. This is for the second surgery. Tuesday’s was textbook perfect. I am back to normal, as you will see.

But by 5:00, he felt nauseous and decided not to attend Good Friday service. Just before church started, I got a call. Where was the thermometer? In my purse, of course. Sepsis Recovery Girl always carries a thermometer in her purse.

Since we live seven blocks from church, I went right home. His temperature was normal. But his next statement was a stunner.

Photo: KOIN 6

Photo: KOIN 6

“Mom, I think I have appendicitis.” It was very early in the game, but he wanted to check it out. Off we went to Urgent Care before it closed. In turn, we were sent to the Emergency room.

And so six hours later, Nathan and I had traded places. Driving down the same freeway to the hospital, only in my car, with me at the wheel. We have been smiling about that since.

Who knows what a day will bring forth? Nathan intended to spend Saturday (yesterday) doing his taxes. Instead he had surgery. He is doing splendidly, by the way. His older brother, Michael, is on his way now to pick him up.

Easter is all about trading places, isn’t it? Jesus bore our sin. And if we put our faith in Him, He gives to us His righteousness. Our “trading places” for the drive to the hospital was amusing. But Jesus’ offer to trade wickedness for holiness is amazing.

Easter dinner will be a little different at our house this year. So many reasons to give thanks and rejoice. To you and your family, a blessed Easter.

Laura Hile (1)

9 thoughts on “Trading Places

  1. Robin Helm

    Wow, Laura! You’ve had a busy winter. Here’s praying that the health issues (after your soon upcoming surgery) in your family are resolved for a while. I’m so glad that you were close by for Nathan. That could have been terrible, but again, God is good.

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    1. Laura Hile Post author

      You know what, Robin, it’s like the car breaking down in the driveway. Cars will break down, but God graciously orchestrates the timing and location. This was at the tail end of Nathan’s spring break instead of, say, finals week. Or during a wilderness hike. Or any of the other precarious situations the Worried Mom Brain can conjure up.🙂

      As a speech-language pathology student (who wants to work on the medical side of things, especially stroke-recovery therapy), the opportunity to experience our hospital as a patient has been invaluable. Nathan was even intubated for surgery, a thing most people would not see as a plus. Patients who have been on a ventilator (usually in ICU) sometimes struggle to speak afterward. Nathan experienced in a small way the changes to his voice. He’s doing exceptionally well with his recovery, by the way..

      I did notice that the nurses were especially charming when working with him. A young, handsome and muscular, unmarried young man (27 years old) who is always pleasant is irresistible.

      He says he’s too busy with school for a girlfriend. Go figure.

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      1. Robin Helm

        I know a young man who swore he’d never fall in love. He even wrote it down for the receptionist at his old high school and dated it. A few months later he met the right girl. Last summer he married her – my daughter Melanie. That lady brought the note to her bridal shower at his home church and gave it to her. Nathan just hasn’t met the right girl yet.

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        1. Laura Hile Post author

          That’s what he claims. And when I offer suggestions, he says, “M-o-m,” (as only a son can), “you’re not helping.”

          So I back off. It’s his life.

          Dylan found a prize in Melanie … who as I recall wasn’t looking for love either. Boom!

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