Oceans And Waves

         On my birthday we spent a few days relaxing at Ocean City, Maryland.  We love going to the shore off season, not to swim or shop, but just to watch the waves and relax.  There is something very refreshing about watching and listening to the powerful waves roll up on the beach. I could spend hours during this.
         This time while I was watching my mind began to recall many hymns and choruses written over the centuries in which the author used the ocean, sea and waves to illustrate spiritual truths.  For example, "Wide, wide as the ocean, high as the heavens above, deep, deep as the deepest sea, is my Savior's love." 
         Then there is the beautiful hymn that begins "O love that wilt not let me go, I rest my weary soul in thee. I give thee back the life I owe, that in thine ocean depths its flow may richer, fuller be."  
         Or how about "Since Jesus came into my heart, since Jesus came into my heart, floods of joy o'er my soul like the sea billows roll, since Jesus came into my heart."
          Now while some hymn writers used illustrations of seas and waves to express the depths of God's love, more often they used them to illustrate the various storms of life that we all face.  "Be still, my soul, thy God doth undertake to guide the future, as He has the past. Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake, all now mysterious shall be bright at last. Be still my soul, the waves and winds still know, His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below."
         Or how about "My soul in sad exile was out on life's sea, so burdened with sin and distressed. Till I heard a sweet voice, saying, "Make Me your choice",  and I entered the "Haven of Rest"!   I've anchored my soul in the "Haven of Rest,"  I'll sail the wide seas no more. The tempest may sweep over wild, stormy, deep, In Jesus I'm safe evermore. "
          Then there is "Sin and despair, like the sea waves cold,  threaten the soul with infinite loss. Grace that is greater, yes, grace untold,  points to the refuge, the mighty cross. Grace, grace, God's grace, grace that will pardon and cleanse within. Grace, grace, God's grace,  grace that is greater than all our sin!"
         "Jesus, Savior, pilot me over life's tempestuous sea. Unknown waves before me roll,  hiding rock and treacherous shoal. Chart and compass came from Thee. Jesus, Savior, pilot me."  And don't forget, "Will your anchor hold in the storms of life,  when the clouds unfold their wings of strife?  When the strong tides lift, and the cables strain,  will your anchor drift or firm remain?  We have an anchor that keeps the soul, steadfast and sure while the billows roll. Fastened to the Rock which cannot move, grounded firm and deep in the Savior's love."
         Now while we could list so many more, I close with one of my favorites which is based on a true story.  "Master, the tempest is raging!  The billows are tossing high! The sky is o'ershadowed with blackness, no shelter or help is nigh. "Carest Thou not that we perish?" How canst Thou lie asleep, when each moment so madly is threat'ning a grave in the angry deep? The winds and the waves shall obey Thy will. Peace, be still! Peace, be still! Whether the wrath of the storm-tossed sea, or demons, or men, or whatever it be, no water can swallow the ship where lies the Master of ocean and earth and skies. They all shall sweetly obey Thy will! Peace! Peace! be still!"  And I must include the last verse.  "Master, the terror is over, the elements sweetly rest. Earth's sun in the calm lake is mirrored, and heaven's within my breast. Linger, O blessed Redeemer! Leave me alone no more. And with joy I shall make the blest harbor, and rest on the blissful shore." 
          And those of us who have placed our lives in the hands of our Lord have experienced His protection and His peace in the times of our storms when the waves almost overwhelmed us.

Happy Birthday

        Wow, how time flies!  I can't believe that once again it is my birthday, or should I say the Xth anniversary of my birth day.  And I just can't believe that I am now X years old.  Although, at times this past year I did feel more like 99 than X.  But God is good and I thank Him for X great years of life.
          Now how is your memory?  If you are a regular reader of my blog, then you should have no problem figuring out what X is.   All you need to do is add one to the age revealed in last year's blog.  That's simple math - old, modern or Common Core math. Now if your mind isn't that sharp anymore or if you didn't read last year's birthday blog, I'll give you a number of hints in case you want to find X.  And you thought this blog would be easy and quick to read.  Probably not.  And maybe you don't even care what X is.  Just know that it is high.

         Now X is the product of three prime numbers.  It has six divisors.  In the binary system it is 1001011.  Or in base three it is 2210.  Now, even more fascinating, it is palindromic in base 14 - 55 and in base 24 - 33.  Now that should make it easy.  But in preparing this I learned something new, it is also a Keith Number.  I never heard that term before, but X actually appears in a Fibonacci like sequence started from its base 10 digits.  Fascinating!  It is also a Nonagonal Number and a Pentagonal Pyramid.  So there!

          Now if you haven't solved this yet, this clue will give it away, especially for those of you who remember high school chemistry class.  It is the atomic number of Rhenium.  For you historians, X is also the age limit of Canadian senators.  I wonder why we don't have such a limit in the United States.

       And for you scholars of the Bible,  X was the age of Abraham when he left Haran.  And I think the thought of moving to a retirement home is tiring.  It is also the number of family souls that were sustained by Joseph in Egypt when he brought Jacob and his large family to live there.  And finally, it is the width of Noah's Ark.

         Unfortunately, other than me, nobody very famous was born on April 6, unless you want to count Bert Blyleven, a baseball player, or Janet Lynn, an Olympic star.   And nothing very noteworthy happened on the day I was born except that Craig Woods won the 8th Masters Gold Tournament with a 280.

         So another year has quickly passed.  And when you reach this point in life and have had some of the experiences that I have faced during the last year, you begin to realize that life passes quickly and only what is done for Christ is important. And you appreciate that He continues to give you more days because He still has something He wants to do through you.  And whether that is to continue to build a spiritual legacy for my children and grandchildren, or to be an encouragement and help to someone who is struggling, or to share the Gospel with another, or something else, it is vital to continue to serve the One who controls each day and each breath.  And you don't need to reach X years before you can realize the importance of this.   My desire is to continue to serve the One who has been so faithful to me for X years whether He gives me X, or X+1, or X+10, or even X+20 more years here on earth.  God is so good, all the time.

          Incidentally, rather than send me a card to me, maybe you can enjoy some of the cards that I might send to myself.

CARD 1

CARD 2

CARD 3

CARD 4

A "Key" Lesson in Life

          When we are young it is common to misplace important things like your glasses or your orthodontic equipment or your homework or your shoes or your cell phone. These situations can drive parents crazy. Sometimes, at any age, we are all a little too careless with our items. Then when we get older and approach dementia we continue to misplace or lose things and sometimes don't even realize that the things are gone.  Sometimes these misplaced things are minor, other times they are expensive to misplace and a real problem to go without them.
        Now I don't know if it is dementia setting in or just plain careless, but I recently lost my keys.  We searched everywhere - two, three and often four times - without any success.  We checked with places that we had visited, again without any success.  What made the situation even more frustrating is that I had seldom even carried my keys in the past few months because of my two surgeries.  I hardly ever left the house and when I did, my wife did all the driving and I had no use for the keys.  
         When I finally gave up any hope of finding them, I went about the process of replacing them.  My house key was simple to have made.  My church key was replaced by the church office.  But then there was the problem of replacing my two car key fobs. That was not easy.
        I first contacted the car dealer.  I was told that it might cost me over $700 to replace the two of them.  I knew it would be expensive but I was stunned by that response.  I wasn't sure what to do and decided to wait a little longer, hoping that they might still show up.  But they didn't.
         One day at cardiac rehab I shared the problem with one of the nurses.  That afternoon she surprised me by calling me at home and telling me that her boy friend had a person that I should contact.  While at that time I still wasn't yet ready to purchase, I though to be courteous to her I should at least call this person.  I did and I was pleased to find that this contact could replace my 2009 fob for about $75 less than the dealer.  Unfortunately he didn't have the software needed for my 2015 fob.  So I ordered the 2009 one from him and picked it up the next day.  One down, one to go.
         When I went to the locksmith to get my house key I was pleased to learn that he could replace my 2015 fob for about $100 less than the dealer's price.  But he first had to order it and we had to pay in advance.  I told him to go ahead.  I figured this would be the best deal I would get and I knew it would be done right because of the reputation of the locksmith.  All I had to do now was wait for him to receive the order.
         Then the big surprise happened.  My wife decided to wash some of the clothing that I had seldom worn during my long recovery.  In fact I had really only worn my gray sweat pants and another pair of pants for the past few months.  But I also had an old pair of blue sweats that I really didn't like to wear.  But I probably wore those sweats once or twice while the others were bring washed.  And guess what?   When my wife went to empty the pockets she found the keys!  Unbelievable but true.
          I quickly called the locksmith and tried to cancel my order for the 2015 fob which they had already charged to our credit card.  They said that I would still need to pay the postage and a restocking fee.  At this point I readily agreed.  So the key which I didn't get, ended up costing me $44.52.  I thought that was a little high, but it was certainly better than what I was expecting to pay to have it replaced.
         Now maybe I should look for an ap that would find my keys when they are misplaced. I know there are aps to find some other items when they are lost.  But then I'd probably need to buy a smart phone to use the ap.  And I would also probably then misplace the smart phone.  
           However, there is at least one good thing I can conclude from this frustrating and expensive experience. Since at least I knew that my keys were misplaced, it might not be the beginning of dementia.

         

To Eat Or Not To Eat

            Recovery from my two recent major surgeries has been a challenge, especially dealing with several side effects.  However, one of the biggest challenges has come from trying to find something permissible to eat, especially as a result of my open heart surgery.  And in this battle with frustration I am being forced to learn more about what I eat then I ever wanted to know.

         I have been diabetic for years and have learned what I can and cannot eat.  And I think I have adjusted well to that and check my blood sugars about four times a day.  Adding a heart healthy diet to that has made things more complicated.  But then I had to go on coumadin and that has added all sorts of additional restrictions including limiting green vegetables and especially salads.

        But one of the biggest challenges has come from sodium restrictions.  We should all limit our sodium intake to less than 2,305 mg a day.  But with a heart problem it should be less than 1,500 mg a day.  Incidentally, a teaspoon of salt alone is about 2,300 mg!  Now I have seldom added salt to my food so I assumed that this wouldn't be a big challenge.  Wrong.  Start examining packages and you will see what has surprised me. Almost everything we normally eat is loaded with sodium.  Seriously, check it out.

          The Cleveland Clinic has said you should avoid garlic salt, onion salt, MSG, meat tenderizers, broth mixes, Chinese food, soy sauce, teriyaki sauce, barbecue sauce, sauerkraut, pickle relish, bacon bits, croutons, canned soups, pasta, rice mixes, frozen dinners, instant cereals, puddings, gravy and sauce mixes.   Wow!  So, is there anything left to eat?

         The American Heart Association advises you to avoid their "Salty Six". (1) Bread, rolls, bagels; (2) Cold cuts and cured meat; (3) Pizza; (4) Poultry; (5) Soup; (6) Sandwiches.  Poultry shocked me but they claim some chicken is actually injected with sodium.

          Now we don't generally visit fancy restaurants.  If you do, go online and look at their nutritional facts.  If you are like me, you will be stunned by the amount of sodium involved.  Now our favorite place to go is Chick fil a.  The basic meal that we have purchased there of the chicken sandwich and fries has 1,570 mg. of sodium.  If I replace it with the more expensive grilled chicken it is 980 mg. Using barbecue sauce inflates these numbers. And I may not have mayo because of the coumadin.  Of course, I could eliminate the fries or not eat anything more the remainder of the day.  But then that wouldn't be good for my diabetes.

         Our second favorite place is Olive Garden.  Our favorite item is the soup and salad combo, with the chicken gnocchi soup.  Total?  2,110 mg without using any dressing on the salad.  Of course one could order their chicken ptarmigan and salad.  That would be  3670 mg without salad dressing - enough for two days.

          We have gone to Ruby Tuesdays frequently for their salad and minis combination.  That's 4,308 mg,  not counting the salad bar.   How about MacDonalds?  Quarter pounder with cheese, no fries - 1,100 mg.  Add nuggets without sauce, 900 mg.  Arbys?  Roast Beef sandwich, Arby Sauce, Fries - 2,090 mg.  They do have a good turkey salad, only 870 mg, but their low fat Italian dressing adds 720 mg.  Wendy's?  Their 4 for $4 deal - 1,560 mg without any sauce for nuggets.  And their good small chili - 780 mg.  Burger King?  Whopper without mayo, onion rings without dipping sauce - 1,630.  Your meal for the day. And they've now added grilled hot dogs - 960 mg without anything else.  Oh I love and miss hot dogs but I guess they are gone forever,

         Now I could go on and on and talk about foods from the grocery store, such as soups.  Amazing and very disheartening.  Maybe "disheartening" in many ways.  This is a major challenge for my wife.  It is just hard to find a really healthy diet.   And sodium is just one item.  I  haven't discussed calories or fat or sugar or any of the other items that one should consider.

         So I may be frustrated, but I am learning and adjusting, I guess.   One solution - just give up eating.  Another - forget it and speed up your trip to heaven where meals will no longer be a problem.  Hopefully there is a middle ground. Take care and watch what you eat!

No More Night

        There are those moments in life when you are stunned by news that is both surprising and shocking. Sometimes it is news of a death or an accident or a loss of a job or a serious physical problem.  One of those moments came for me years ago when my son told me that my parents were in an auto accident and the Lord had taken mother home.
         The most recent stunning moment for me came following my heart cath when I was told that I would need to see a surgeon to schedule open heart surgery.  They were going to send me home until I could set up a time for surgery but we suggested that it would be better to be admitted and stay in the hospital until surgery could be scheduled.  Why would I want to go home with the possibility of having a heart attack?   They agreed and admitted me that morning.
         Later that afternoon they informed me that a surgeon was available and I would have by-pass surgery the next morning.  I was overwhelmed by what was happening and it was a very long night.  We all know that someday death will come for each of us, but seldom do we need to face the issue that it could happen in a few hours.
         That night I wrestled with two thoughts.  First, I really didn't want to die now.  It wouldn't be fair to my family.  How would my wife adjust?  I wanted to see my grandchildren grow up.  I had things that I still wanted to do.  Why now?  But then why not?  Death is going to happen someday and the Lord will provide the peace, wisdom and strength that those left behind need.
         On the other hand I thought about how marvelous it would be to be with Jesus for eternity.   There would no longer be pain or crying or evil.  The problems of this life would be over and I would be at peace.  And there were relatives and friends I longed to see - my parents, my grandparents, my uncles and aunts and special friends such as Jim, Norm, Gary, Ralph, and, of course, my brother Terry.  What a great reunion that would be.
          So early the next morning I went to surgery with peace knowing that the Lord was in control and my life and future, whatever that would be, were in His hands.  I have always believed that but for the first time in my life this was reality. My life really was in God's hands.
          And obviously it turned out that this was not the time that the Lord would take me home with Him.  He brought me through hours of surgery and five by-passes.  There apparently are still things for me to do here on earth for Him.   And I gained a new appreciation for health and life and for each new day, days that the Lord has made.
          A few days after surgery I heard a special song that I had forgotten about, "No More Night".  Dianne and I used to sing it as a duet and the words always ministered to me.  They did again this time.  In case you've never heard it, here are the words.

The timeless theme, Earth and Heaven will pass away
Its not a dream, God will make all things new that day
Gone is the curse from which I stumbled and fell
Evil is banished to eternal hell
No more night, no more pain
No more tears, never crying again

And praises to the great, "I AM"
We will live in the light of the risen Lamb

See all around, now the nations bow down to sing
The only sound is the praises to Christ, our King
Slowly the names from the book are read
I know the King, so there's no need to dread
No more night, no more pain
No more tears, never crying again
And praises to the great, "I AM"
We will live in the light of the risen Lamb

See over there, there's a mansion
Oh, that's prepared just for me
Where I will live with my Savior eternally
No more night, no more pain
No more tears, never crying again
And praises to the great, "I AM"
We will live in the light of the risen Lamb
All praises to the great, "I AM"
Were gonna live in the light of the risen Lamb

Here ia a great version of this song sung by David Phelps.  LISTEN.   May the truth and power of these words minister to you as they have done to me.

Great Memories

          The end of February and beginning of March bring back many great memories of things that were an exciting part of my life during these months in my earlier years - and I'm not talking about things like shoveling snow.
          The special memories all started during a late afternoon administrative meeting at school.  At the close of the meeting I was with the Assistant Superintendent who was also the Chief Administrator of the PIAA District 3.  He was sharing with some of the other men that he had just learned that he needed a time keeper to run the scoreboard and clock at a basketball playoff doubleheader that night at the Farm Show in Harrisburg.  He turned to me and asked me if I would be able to help him out.  Now I had never done that before but I quickly volunteered.  It wasn't long until a team of five of us from the administrative unit were on our way to the Farm Show to run the doubleheader - a scorer, a timer, an announcer, a ticket taker and the game director.
        What I didn't realize then was that this would be the start of about a 30 year experience.  During those early years we had games at the "Barn", as we called it, almost every night - sometimes even triple headers and often four on Saturdays.  It was fun to watch the games, although some, especially girls games in those days, were very boring and at times it was even hard to keep awake especially after a long day of teaching.  And that was dangerous especially since I was responsible for running the game clock - I may have even missed a few seconds here and there.  I especially enjoyed watching Carlisle and York Catholic teams play during their great years when they both won several district and state championships.  Jeff Lebo and Billy Owens were two of my favorite players.

          One night I had to fill in as scorekeeper for a regional elimination game.  Actually I preferred that job.  Before the game the officials came to me and asked me if I knew that with two technicals a player would be eliminated from the game.  I never knew that and thought it was strange that they would tell me that.  In those years hanging on the rim was an automatic technical foul.  Would you believe that twice Lebanon's seven foot future NBA player Sam Bowie hung on the rim and was charged with a technical.  I had to summon the officials that he had to leave the game.  We got booed and had things, including soda, thrown at us.  Not a fun experience that night.
         But my worst experience came during a District 3 elimination game between Red Lion and Steelton-Highspire.  At the close of the game Steel-High was leading by one point when a Red Lion player went to shoot and was fouled just as the time ran out and the horn sounded.  Good officials quickly make the call at the end of the game, but these officials didn't.  Instead they came to the table and asked me if the foul was before or after time ran out.  That never should have been my call.  I finally said I thought the foul was before the horn sounded and that was the call they then made.  It was actually a one and one foul situation and the Red Lion player went to the foul line and calmly sank both free throws to win the game and eliminate Steel High from the play-offs.  The Steel- High crowd behind me was angry and things were thrown at us and on the floor.  We were escorted out for our safety.  Then the next day in the Harrisburg Patriot News the sports writer said the decision was made by Barry Kauffman of Millersville and not the officials.  I expected the worst was yet to come from those fans who now knew my name and where I lived, but thankfully nothing more ever did happen.
          However, one good thing did come out of that experience.  The Executive Director of the PIAA was there that night.  Later he came to me and said that I made the correct call.  He was impressed with my work and asked if I would consider being the official statistician for the state basketball championships at Hershey.  I was thrilled to do that and readily accepted.  And so for 25 years I filled that position at both the Hershey Arena and the Giant Center for eight state finals each March.  I was also allowed to hire an assistant whose main job was to work with the press.  So for most of those years one of my sons worked with me and these are memories that will never be forgotten.  Often my wife and others saw us on television. We saw great games, famous college coaches who were there to scout, and great players.  We saw future NBA players such as Kobe Bryant.  And we were treated royally by the PIAA and Hershey.  It was a first class operation.  
         Unfortunately this ended when Penn State decided to donate its facilities and staff at State College and the PIAA saw a way to cut expenses.  And so for me that was the end after 25 years.  But the timing may have been good because it was getting harder for me to do all the stats and the stress was increasing.  It is interesting that the move to State College only lasted a few years until the PIAA realized that Hershey was actually a better location and moved back.  But by that time the PIAA leadership had also changed and I was not invited back.
          But I do miss the excitement.  I also miss the friendships that I had with the team of men who traveled and worked many games together.  Actually I lasted longer doing games than any of the others.  Two of them have now passed away, one has dementia and the third moved away.  Even though it has now been at least 16 years since being involved, each February and March the memories stir and my mind goes back to those fun times.

          

Anxiety

         Anxiety - a feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome,  a nervous disorder characterized by a state of excessive uneasiness and apprehension.
          Anxiety is something that we all experience at one time or another.  Sometimes it is actually a good thing, often it is not.  But some of us experience it more often than others and it can wear on us and even affect things like our attitude and our health.  Sometimes it is hard for some of us to control.
         I will admit, as many of you already know, it is something that I battle with regularly in my life, even though I know it is wrong.  And it has been an extra tough battle for me the last several months as I've gone through surgeries and faced some very serious health problems.  It is my problem and I won't blame my mother, but maybe we shared the same worry gene, if that even exists.
          Besides talking to my doctors about it, the best help that I receive is talking to the Lord and spending time in his Word.  In case you experience the same problem, here are some scripture reminders that can be a great help in times of anxiety.
        *  "Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.  And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus."   Philippians 4:6-7.
          * "O my people, trust in him at all times.  Pour out your heart to him, for God is our refuge."   Psalm 62:8.
         *  "Look at the birds.  They don't plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them.  And aren't you far more valuable to him than they are?  Can all your worries add a single moment to your life?"  Matthew 6:26-27.
         * "Give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about you."  1 Peter 5:7.
         * "Then Jesus said, 'Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.   Take my yoke upon you.  Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For my yoke is easy to bear, and the burden I give you is light.'"  Matthew 11:28-30.
         Many years ago our Pastor, Rudy Gehman, died suddenly.  At his funeral the Pastor's Quartet sang a song that I had never heard before and have seldom heard since.  But it has become one of my personal favorites.

(1)   Is there a heart o'erbound by sorrow?
Is there a life weighed down by care?
Come to the cross, each burden bearing—
All your anxiety, leave it there.

Refrain:

All your anxiety, all your care,

Bring to the mercy seat, leave it there;

Never a burden He cannot bear,

Never a friend like Jesus!

(2)   No other friend so keen to help you,

No other friend so quick to hear;

No other place to leave your burden,

No other one to hear your prayer.    Refrain

(3)    Come then at once, delay no longer!

Heed His entreaty kind and sweet;

You need not fear a disappointment,

You shall find peace at the mercy seat.   Refrain

If you don't know it, you can listen to it here.   LISTEN

        I'm not sure why I wrote this particular blog, but if you, too, have a problem with anxiety, maybe these verses and this hymn will be a help and encouragement to you as well.

Cards of Encouragement

        Sending greeting cards by snail mail is a lost art.  It can be expensive.  But it is a ministry that my wife has maintained over the years.  She sends dozens of birthday, get well, sympathy and encouragement cards on a regular basis throughout the year.  And people are so appreciative of this personal attention and they often go out of their way to thank us.          
          Now I've never really looked for cards for myself, but after my recent surgery and ten day stay in the hospital, I have really enjoyed receiving them, especially those which have included personal messages.  Actually I received over 50 of them and some of the messages were really encouraging.  Here are some of the card messages that stood out to me.          
         "A quiet heart, a little rest, a lot of getting well.  It's just what the Father ordered!  Praying you'll soon be well.         
          "Relax, Nap, Recharge, Sleep, Let God renew you today."  I have been doing that.  "He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak"  Isaiah 40:29 (NIV).          "There's no safer place than the palm of God's hand; with peace as our shelter, we rest in His plan.  Though trials may try us we've learned what is true - with wisdom and grace He will carry us through."         
          "Is there a prayer my heart can say for someone who's in need today?  I'll ask for grace before His throne, for this is how God keeps His own."  "Let us come boldly to the very throne of God and stay there to receive His mercy and to find grace in our times of need."  Hebrews 4:16.          
          "May the hands that formed the earth touch your body and heal it.  May the breath that moved over the waters fill your soul with life.  May the heart that sacrificed to save you surround your heart with comfort.  May knowing that you are in the hands of an all-powerful, all-loving God bring you peace."  "He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak."  Isaiah 40:29  (NIV)
          "The One who created you, knit you together, who knows you and all of your ways '... will surely be near with His healing and love as you go through these difficult days.  May God heal your body and lift your spirit as only He can."          
          Now while most of my cards had serious messages like these, there were a few which made me smile - and I needed that.  Here is one.  "I told your doctor you'd recover faster in Maui.  I'm pretty sure he's considering it.  Get well soon."  Now that would be a great idea.
          Then I really appreciated five cards that I received from our five Awana clubs.  Most had messages of clubbers praying for me and missing me. But there were two that made me chuckle.  One Chum wrote "Don't give up, I'll pray for you!  God is with you."   At times it is easy to think about giving up, but I'm not.  The other cute one came from one of the Guards.  "My friend had a hole in his heart, He got better and I know you will get better too!"   Now that is encouraging.  I guess a hole in your heart is much worse than what I have experienced.          
          Now I appreciated all the cards but the one that I loved the most was the first one which I received from my granddaughter, Lexie.  She loves to make cards and she delivered one to me in the hospital.    On the outside it says "Get Well Soon".  On the inside it says "Dear Pop Pop, I'm praying for you.  Get well soon.  Love, Lexie"  And that card I will keep and treasure.          
           Now I don't know about others, but I have learned to appreciate the prepared messages and especially the personal comments.  For two weeks I looked forward to getting mail each day and opening my cards.  But then, alas,  they've stopped coming.  I just hope the prayers didn't stop as well.

                    

          

My Evaluation

           I've often wanted to do reviews of various programs and facilities but, with the exception of covering sports over the years, I've never really had the opportunity to do so, at least publicly.  But after my recent ten day stay for surgery in the Lancaster General Hospital I think I'll take the opportunity to do so. So what it is worth, here goes.

          PARKING - B  Normally it is very good and convenient with the James St. Garage.  But this time, because the fourth floor was not cleared of snow, parking was often very hard to find, especially later in the day.   And for some reason they closed entrance to the lot about 10 pm.  When I had a sudden problem my wife was able to get in just as it was closing, but a few minutes later it was closed to my son who had to return home.  So what do you do if a family member develops an emergency when the lot is closed?

          ADMISSION - A    No problem at all.  They took me when I got there and within 15 minutes I was already in a pre-op bed. No waiting. Nurses were friendly and helpful. 

          SURGICAL NURSES -  A   They were efficient, kind and helped - put you at ease.  They respected how nervous I was and did all that they could to calm me and explain what was happening.  Those in the ICU, especially John, were outstanding.  All they were missing was a nurse named Matthew.  While I was awake I had Mark, Luke and then John assigned to me, in that order.

           ROOM NURSES - B+   This is a hard one to evaluate fairly because I did have a number of excellent nurses assigned to me once I was placed in a regular room.  The problem was that generally they changed every 8 to 12 hours and seldom did I have the same nurse a second time.  But I did have some very exceptional, caring ones and that was a highlight of my stay. Fortunately they made up for a couple who lacked good bedside manners and didn't seem to want to be there. I also had a number of student nurses and it was difficult to evaluate them since they were in a variety of training stages.  The only real complaint was that sometimes it took too long to summon a nurse with the call bell when you needed something like going to the bathroom.  But I assume that each had a heavy load and were busy helping others.

          FOOD -  C  Now this is a tough one to evaluate since I had no appetite during my stay and because they put me on limited diets.  In fact, I lost nearly 20 pounds during those ten days.  There were numerous choices I could make, most of the time.  But when the food appeared - 7:30, 11:30 and 4:30 - I usually wasn't hungry yet and the smell turned me off.  Often it was returned, uneaten, except for the fruit bowls and cereal.  I did enjoy the cereal but there was so little of it and they would not allow me to have it for lunch or supper.  However, a few kind nurses did find some for me a few times.  Even the coffee and tea did not taste good to me, but that might have been because of the Lancaster water.  We only drink bottled distilled water at home so that makes a big difference.

          ROOM - D    Now let me clarify this. The pre-op room and ICU room were fine.  The fact that I had private rooms was excellent.  But the room that I spent most of my time in was terrible.  It was small.  It was poorly designed.  There was only a very small window that was blocked and if you could have seen out you would have seen another wall. The only times that I could see the weather was when they took me for tests.  It was very inconvenient for visitors.  I felt like a prisoner there.  In fact, a few nights when I was in bed and not able to sleep I felt like the walls were actually pushing in on me.  I was told that many of the rooms in that unit were even worse.  But it was cleaned regularly.  I think the room added much to the boredom that I faced much of the time there.

          DISCHARGE - D     As in my previous stays there the discharge procedure was very slow.  It came several hours after the last doctor told me that I could go home and signed off on me.  In fact, while we waited and waited, the evening meal was even delivered.  After I pushed the issue a few times, a different nurse came and quickly went through things.  It was obvious that she had other things on her mind such as talking to her boss about her schedule.  But, finally about 6:15, we were ushered out to the car.

          If any major surgery can be a good experience, than I would say in summary that my LGH experience was fine.  I hope that I never have to go back again, but if I did, LGH would still be my choice.

From My Heart

          Life changes quickly and unexpectedly.  It's good we don't know what lies before us. We just need to trust the Lord for each moment of our lives.
         For a few years I just haven't felt right.  Numerous tests, visits to doctors and specialists, and even two back surgeries did not seem to find the cause.  I really began to think that it was a mental issue.  I did not enjoy being with folks and probably wasn't always a friendly guy to be around.
          Several months ago I began to have burning across my chest.  We felt it was coming from my arthritis.  I spent much time with a heating pad and tylenol.  One Sunday afternoon this returned, along with increased blood pressure, so we headed for the emergency room.  There they did all the normal tests for heart attacks and didn't find anything wrong.  They released me with the suggestion that I should talk to my family doctor and possibly have a stress test since it had been six years since my last one.
          Two of my family doctors didn't think I had a heart problem, especially since all my EKG's were fine and I didn't have typical symptoms.  But they sent me to my cardiologist who said the same thing.  In fact he felt my problem was more likely anxiety and he suggested some things to help with this.  But to be safe he sent me for an echo and a chemical stress test.
         I had both tests on a Friday and they sent me home thinking all was fine.  But on Monday I received a call that I needed to come back right away since there were some "minor" problems.  I saw another cardiologist who also felt that my heart was fine but recommended a heart cath just to be sure.
          So the Tuesday after the record snow fall we headed to the hospital for the heart cat. I thought that maybe I would need a stent which they would do at the same time.  However, when they concluded the cath I was told that I would need to see the heart surgeons since I had numerous blockages.  I needed major open heart surgery.  We were stunned.  They wanted to send me home until I could schedule with the surgeons but we felt that might be too dangerous.  So they admitted me.  Several hours later I was told that they could do the surgery the next morning.  They said there was a 99% of success since my heart appeared to be in good shape.  I didn't want to go home to worry about it so I told them to go ahead.
          On Wednesday I had about four hours of surgery.  They broke my breastbone and at some time had me connected to a heart and lung machine.  They ended up doing five bypasses.  They brought me back over a six hour period and I don't recall any of that time.  I was moved to ICU where I stayed for a day.
           Then recovery began and I was doing fine until I developed a rhythm problem which they say happens in about 30% of such surgeries.  So  my time was filled by nurses taking vitals and introduction of new meds.  It was very discouraging and boring.  Then when they felt I was stabilized and they were getting ready to send me home, my heart decided to act up once again - for three hours.  So they kept me two more days for more meds, vitals and observation.  But, finally, after ten days, I was allowed to go home.
          Now I will share more about my continual  recovery in future blogs, but so far it has been a real challenge, including  a problem with a mistake in medications, new pains and some unexpected difficult side effects, including numbness, pain and weakness in my left hand and arm.  This has also been discouraging and an MRI might be needed in a few weeks.
          I believe that the Lord is in control and we have spent many hours with Him during this time.  And I believe that He allows these things to happen to teach us lessons we need to learn.  Unfortunately, I still don't know what lesson is being taught this time.  But I know that someday I will know.
         I have, however, been reminded of the value of prayer and friendships.  I have been touched by the many who have praying and the many cards of encouragement which I have received.  Please don't quit - we need your prayers and encouragement now as much as ever.

"Snowed" By God's Provision

          The snow began falling Friday night.  The predictions were 10 to 16 inches.  By Saturday morning it fell faster - 16 to 20 inches now predicted.  But by the afternoon the intensity increased and the winds came.  When we got up Sunday morning we found 30 inches of drifting snow.  It turned out to be the all time record for one snowfall in our area.

       It was beautiful but we were snowed in.  I was scheduled for a heart cath on Tuesday and we didn't know how we were ever going to get out.  With my potential problems and Dianne's pacemaker we couldn't use our shovels or our good snow blower.  We had somebody who had promised to come but he wasn't equipped to handle this much snow and we never heard from him at all.  I felt helpless but we did the one thing that we could - we prayed about it.
          Later Sunday morning Dianne looked out front and saw somebody digging  a path up our driveway.  It turned out that it was our neighbor, Tom.  He lives next door with his girlfriend and we didn't know him well enough to ask for his help.  But he was coming to see if we were all right.  I yelled to him and asked if he would be willing to use our snow blower to at least clear enough of our drive to get our car out of the garage and to the street.  He was willing to do that and soon we at least had a way to get to the street, if it didn't drift shut.  I paid him and thanked him for being an answer to prayer.
           On Monday we still needed some of the drifting snow removed as well as what the township plow had dropped at the end of our drive.  And with only half the drive open there was no way we could get our second car out if we had to.  Dianne decided to try and use the snow blower to clear some of it.  I went along with her to help her with instructions.  But it just wasn't working.  It was too much snow for her to handle.           
           But then we saw another neighbor appear with a small Bobcat. Suddenly he was in our drive and was clearing the other half of the drive which included drifts.  When he was done he stopped and we met Doug, a single man who owns a tree service.  He had just moved in and we had never meet him before.  He had brought a Bobcat home to clear his steep drive.  He wouldn't take anything for his work and we reminded him that he, too, was an answer to prayer.
          Two problems remained - getting to our mailbox and getting our second car dug out with a path to our propane tank.  Later that day answer number three appeared.  Our one neighbor has a steep drive which a snow blower and the Bobcat were not able to clear because of the steepness and amount of snow.  But an area contractor showed up with his plow to help them and he also dug out our mailbox enough that the postman could get to it.  Answer number three.
           The worst was taken care of, but a day or two later my son Ken stopped by from work and dug out our second car and a path to the tank.  The Lord took care of it all for us.
          And so, once again we have seen the faithfulness of the Lord in our lives.  I didn't realize at the time how serious my heart problems really were.  If I had tried to do it I probably wouldn't have been here to write this blog today.
         God is good - all the time.

Influences

          It was seven years ago this morning that I found my father, apparently moments after the Lord had taken him home.  It was an experience that I will never forget yet one that the Lord had prepared me for.  And in the weeks ahead, as the Executor of his estate, I learned so many things I hadn't known about the life he had lived.
          Now I knew there were many things that my father and I had in common.   We had both taught math in high school and college.  We both graduated from Susquehanna University.  We both earned our Masters Degrees. We both served on CMBC Boards and on Berean Bible School/Pinebrook Jr. College Boards and on Elder Boards.  We both served as Financial Secretary and Sunday School Superintendent of our church. 
          But there were a number of things that we had in common that I didn't really know completely when he was alive.  For example, I didn't know that he also used to write for newspapers when he was younger.  In fact we both had at one time been employed by the Sunbury Daily Item.  Now my writing for newspapers lasted many more years, probably about 35, but it was something that we had in common.
          Dad also was a pioneer in that he was the first person in our denomination who was allowed to play football in college.  His stepfather pastor allowed him to do this despite the fact that such a thing was frowned upon in those days.  Now I never played college football, but I also was involved with the Susquehanna football program by traveling with them for four years as official statistician.  So being involved with SU football was also something we had in common.
          I also found out that Dad was a high school coach, coaching both track and football.  Now my brother, Terry, was a high school football and wrestling coach so the three of us had that in common.  I don't know if Dad did any coaching before he began teaching, but I doubt that he did.  Not only weren't there many little league programs in those years, but if there were any they were probably interrupted by World War II.
          I actually began coaching little league baseball when I was in high school when I helped coach the Lititz Teener team.  My brother played on that team and thanks to a great bunch of talented athletes we won the league championship. While in college I helped my uncle, Theoren Gaugler, coach the Mosquitoes, a much younger group of boys.  Our big challenge here was trying to keep the attention of the boys in the outfield when things like puddles and dandelions caught their attention.  But it was a fun experience.
          When I began to teach I helped coach the junior high track team and that was an experience as well.  We would have about 100 junior high boys with just two coaches.  Later I moved up to the senior high where I worked with the jumping and throwing events.  I had no personal experience with these events and did quite a bit of reading to prepare.  After a few years of coaching track I changed to timing the running events at meets which I did probably for about 20 years.
          Basketball was another coaching challenge for me.  At least I had some experience here since I was involved as statistician and manager for Susquehanna's team for four years and I absorbed much watching practices and games.  My coaching was with the seventh and eighth graders and was a very special experience.  One year our team was undefeated and featured Wally Walker who later went on to play professional ball and play on two NBA championship teams.  He ended his career by serving as general manager of the Seattle Supersonics.  That was probably the highlight of my unremarkable coaching career.
         Oh yes, there was one more coaching experience to mention.  I was traveling with the junior high basketball team as score keeper when I learned that the cheerleaders were going to be disbanded because they no longer had a coach.  For some crazy reason I volunteered to coach them the remainder of the year so that they could continue.  It wasn't too difficult for the games, but at the end of the season there was a competition, and we were entered.  The girls worked hard and did an excellent job.  I thought that they had won.  But, I think that they were hurt by the female judges who wouldn't accept that a male was involved in this traditional female activity.  Intolerance can work both ways.
          So I have many good memories of coaching experiences and I am sure that my dad's experiences somehow paved the way for me to do the same.  I only wish that I could listen to him share about these experiences.  I do remember how, since he didn't own a car, he had to walk to practices and take busses and even trains as he went to scout other teams.  I also remember going with him to basketball games when he ran the clock for those games.  And that is something else that we had in common and maybe I'll talk more about that in a future blog.  But certainly his experiences probably helped my brother and I get involved in similar ways.