The Healing Has Begun

After ten days of considerable discomfort following surgery on both my enlarged prostate and my bladder, the catheter is finally gone and I am beginning to feel better. During the operation, the enlarged portion of my prostate was removed through the urethra, while two large bladder stones were removed through a separate incision in my abdomen. For ten days, until last Friday, a catheter extended from my bladder, through my penis, into a urine collection bag that captured astonishing amounts of water tinged with blood. Thankfully, that chapter is now behind me.

My visit with the doctor was brief but encouraging. He was pleased with my progress, though he gently scolded me for being too active. He was dismayed that I had driven Amy and me to the appointment. Amy doesn't drive in the city, so I took the wheel. I admit it wasn't easy, but I tried to minimize every unnecessary movement.

The truth is, I remain weak and live with a constant low-grade ache. Blood still appears in my urine, and the surgical areas remain tender. But something remarkable has happened: my urinary stream is back to what I remember from earlier in life.

Even more significant, a major pain that had plagued me for many months has completely disappeared.

The doctor told me that this was the most difficult operation he and his team had undertaken in their careers. During the surgery, they discovered pus within my prostate. I had long suspected there was an infection, but I never knew exactly what it was. Looking back, it may explain the chronic pain around my anus and the radiating pain into my penis—both of which have now disappeared.

Now I find myself seeing life with fresh eyes and a grateful heart. I regret that I cannot yet care for my garden as I would like, but tomorrow a laborer will come to help. For now, healing itself is my work.

I am deeply grateful for Amy, for our dear neighbors Mayolo and Marta, and for the wonderful care I received from my doctor and his staff. I could not have asked for kinder companions along this road.

Healing, I am discovering, is not only a matter of the body. It is also an act of trust. And now, at long last, the healing has begun. 

One prayer has been especially meaningful to me during these days:

"Thy name is my healing, O my God, and remembrance of Thee is my remedy. Nearness to Thee is my hope, and love for Thee is my companion. Thy mercy to me is my healing and my succor in both this world and the world to come. Thou, verily, art the All-Bountiful, the All-Knowing, the All-Wise."   —Baha'u'llah