For the last four months, my wife has been undergoing a series of medical tests to decide the course forward for a case of pulmonary hypertension.
A fluke medical exam caused a series of events to unfold that resulted in this working diagnosis; while her blood pressure is low-normal, the pressures involving the vessels between the heart and lungs were quite high.
This wasn't a trifling matter. When Vickie was in nursing school back in the '80s, life expectancy for pulmonary hypertension was not terribly good. In short, we were all three very afraid. Our son, Mr. Straight-A's last quarter, actually got a C on an assignment.
Last week, she had a cardiac catheter test to see for sure. (She has taught use of the Swan-Ganz catheter for 15 years, but this is the first time she has ever seen the business end of one.)
Result: The echocardiograms she had previously received -- including the one that morning -- were in error. Vickie is fine; her pressures are about normal. There is no pulmonary hypertension.
I let my acquaintances know the good news, and received the following from a classmate at the Athenaeum of Ohio: "How do you know? Maybe she had elevated pressures but, because of God's intervention, she doesn't any more. We never asked him to fix the echocardiogram." I'm prepared to accept that this may have been the Spirit. Because whatever the reason, I am very relieved, and the Spirit has helped bring that about.
Life, my friends, is good. Make sure you let someone you love know that this week