Still In ICU

The next couple of days were all the same. Marsha had extraordinary care in the surgical intensive care unit and we waited for the results of the direct tissue samples that had been sent to pathology. I wish I could say that I was good in this period of time but I was impatient. I found it hard to be there for long stretches of time because nothing was accomplished by my presence. Marsha slept when medicated and I took breaks when that happened. They kicked us out after short visits because they had medical tasks to accomplish. I was back down at the golf driving range wacking golf balls very hard. Marsha was in better spirits than I. She seemed to be hopeful as the talc was supposed to enable her to keep the fluid out of her chest that blocked her breathing. She saw this as the path home and I did too, but it was much too slow for me. I prayed constantly for her and felt God comfort me and watched God comfort her. It is strange that I never knew God more closely than during this time when in retrospect my second greatest love was slowly being lost to me. Marsha also was closest to God in this time. She radiated God's peace in many ways. I loved her even more in her response to this time of trial. Her trust in God was an inspiration to me and I believe to others who saw her in these moments. We lived out the next few days waiting for the verdict and hoping for another unexpected result. The doctors were clear what they expected, we kept praying for a different result.