For some reason or another, there was a new blockage one of the veins leading into Frank’s heart. This, the doctors told Frank at his visit last week. He had a stent placed in that area just a couple of years ago and couldn’t understand why it would no longer be working.
Something not working is not something Frank is prone to understand. In his mid-seventies, he continues working twelve or more hours a day. Just in case that’s not sufficient activity, he also exercises each day, including doing sixty or so pushups each day. His body is as hard as a horse-worn path on clay soil. But the stent has not held up as well as Frank’s biceps. So, he reported to the hospital early Tuesday morning for stent replacement.
After inserting a tiny camera in through a vein in Frank’s groin area, the surgeon navigated it up to the problem area. Indeed, he found that in a very rare malfunction, the stent had collapsed. He also found that its collapse had probably saved Frank’s life.
The resulting constriction of that stent had trapped a blood clot and prevented it from entering Frank’s heart.
Though I cannot explain why so many lives are taken by heart attacks, tornadoes, cancer and car wrecks, that will not keep me from celebrating Frank’s little miracle.
I would rather be grateful and adore a capricious God than spend my life in the hollowness of skepticism.