You just never know what a day will bring, that's why it's a good idea to stay prayed up. And like Papaw always said, "If you're behind in your prayer life, don't catch up at the dinner table."
Ben has had diverticulitis for a couple of years now, and has learned how to keep it under control quite well by being pedantic about the amount of fiber in his diet. And that worked fine until we went away for a long weekend about a month ago, wherein someone else brought all the food and did all the cooking. And there might have been 2 grams of fiber in the entire 3 1/2 days.
A few days after we got home, he began having the familiar pain. I suggested he might go to the doctor, since these things always require an antibiotic. He opted to try getting rid of it on his own. How that was going to work, I'm still not sure, but I stayed silent. Sort of. I really do try not to be a nagging wife. My success rate varies.
After two weeks when it was obvious it wasn't going to go away, he went the doctor, had a CT scan, and started on 2 oral antibiotics, with orders to have another CT scan when the antibiotics were finished. That was this morning. What they found was an abscess that is very happy being where it is and has no intention of leaving.
So this afternoon he was checked into the hospital and started on IV antibiotics. The surgeon will visit us in the morning to give us his take on things. At this point I'm glad to be on a first-name basis with the Great Physician.
If you are too, we'd appreciate your prayers that the meds would work and surgery would not be necessary.
Be thankful ~