I remember the phone call well. The fear springing up in my belly, raising the hair on my neck, my body starting to shake.
“Your dad has been in an accident.”
Ruptured spleen. More surgery on top of numerous health crises and surgeries from the past three months. He was just recuperating.
Three days in ICU mumbling incoherently.
18 days in the hospital, many health issues uncovered.
An only child, fearful of losing her father, thrown into caregiving on the spur of the moment.
Five years and many doctors later, they tell me there is no cure for my dad’s tardive dyskinesia.
He walks with neck bent, chin touching his chest, and uncontrollable mouth movement that never goes away.
I grieve for my dad, but he is a fighter. He grows his garden again. He is around for his fifth Father’s Day since the crises. He will once again wear his badge that I gave him in a Father’s Day card many years ago which says, “I am the father of a truly amazing daughter”.
He saved it.
I am thankful. And God has walked me through this fear.
Just like He promised Joshua, He is with me.
“Have I not commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be dismayed: for the Lord they God IS WITH THEE withersoever thou goest.” Joshua 1:9
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