After the news of yet another bad Monday reached us, my world stopped turning. Even the silent vacuum of my soul was petrified. If only I could fly to Kolob and see the never-ending purpose of God's creation, if I could be reassured that nothing is lost, when it's passed through the veil, if I could just increase my faith to knowledge, then.... then... Then, there would be no miracles, because everything would be predictable and known to us. God's mystery would cease to be a mystery.
But, I guess, God decided that we've had enough of mysterious complications in the past few weeks and it was time to reveal a piece of truth to help Marseille doctors help Scott to actually stay on this earth. This sharp turn in the flow of our unfortunate events I perceived as a real miracle.
On Monday, Karen and Fred notified Marseille bishopric of the current situation. The next day, Tuesday, Aug 11, the first Counselor of Marseille Ward went and found Scott in the hospital Nord to administer a priesthood blessing to him. When we met later with Cyril Conte in Marseille he said how he felt so much warm love and prayers coming from Scott's family and friends from all over the world that he felt a strong impression that God would bring him back to his feet, so he blessed him for health.
My Tuesday was spent in reconciling with God and asking for peace and understanding. I had no idea, that Marseille saints were already serving my husband. Being there on his own, he for sure needed that blessing. And I needed to know that if he dies there, he would not be utterly alone.
An interesting update on Wednesday. During the routine check on Scott, which took place after the blessing, his pupils appeared to be enlarged. Normally, it's not a good sign, so they ran a CAT scan of his brain to check if it's still alive. His brain appeared to be ok. But while at that, they went ahead and scanned his whole body, looking closely at his lungs. They saw something they did not see before. They saw a lot of scar tissue that was blocking the alveoli, hindering the process of gas exchange. What's more, the scar tissue accumulated on lungs is often seen in patients suffering from cystic fibrosis. And there is a drug for that! Since Scott's case was not connected to cystic fibrosis, they haven't considered using that drug before. But now they decided to give it a try.
The next day we received a call from Karen saying that the new medicine seemed to be working and they were able to lower Scott's artificial O2 down to 40%. I must remind you that maximum of 100% was used when he was transferred to Marseille.
I felt like celebrating. Cautiously. The weather, too, finally decided to grace us with warmth and sunshine. Friday all 7 of us (kids, mom, Anya, and I) went out to downtown Garmisch, ate at the Burger King (kids' choice) and enjoyed gelato in each other's company. The kids were kids, happy and resilient. Mom, Anya and I, after praying and fasting for days felt less burdened by our trials and by our excessive weight. Light was finally overcoming darkness. We were afraid to believe our eyes. Because things have gone wrong so many times before.
The beauty of a miracle is that even when you are not physically present, you can feel it so strongly. You are afraid to call it that, but you know it's happening. Tomorrow cannot come quick enough, I have to make sure I'm not dreaming.
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