Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is–his good, pleasing and perfect will. Romans 12:2
Saturday held fear for my oldest. He’s been a champ through everything, but he wasn’t thrilled with having to get an IV. He didn’t really want to experience it a second time but managed to tough it out. The next challenge on his list of firsts was having a PICC line inserted.
When the doctors told him that there would be no eating or drinking for a week, he was not amused. My boy likes to eat! They decided pretty quickly that he needed nutrients and fat in his body. Since he wouldn’t be getting those through his mouth, they were going to have to go directly into his body. He looked at me and said, “I don’t agree with this.”
What does a mother do at this point? It was necessary to have the PICC line, but I respect his thoughts and opinions. So, we had a discussion because this was the first time he balked at anything the doctors decided. He may not have been thrilled about not eating and drinking, but he was fairly easy going about it after a few mumbled comments. I think it boiled down to fear of the unknown and not having any say in this treatment.
After we discussed why it was important, he agreed. The only problem was thinking about how it would be done. It was the first time I was uncomfortable not being with him because I knew how he was feeling about it. The fantastic part was he never had to leave his room; they came to him.
They sure came to him in all their glory! We had a team of three who breezed in and the comedy routine started. My oldest relaxed faster than I’ve ever seen him do before, which allowed me to not have any reservations about leaving the room.
I was shaking my head as the “class clown” was spouting off one crack after another…he was great! The other two seemed to balance everything perfectly. They worked together like a well-oiled machine and were done within an hour. The star patient was all smiles when we came back into the room.
The PICC line that would be used to administered his TPN (Total Parenteral Nutrition) while he’s at the hospital got me thinking about the necessity of having our own TPN. Our TPN would mean Transformative Personal Nourishment. Just like my oldest needs his TPN to keep him healthy and growing, we need ours too. We just don’t need a PICC line inserted, we have a direct line already established through the blood of Jesus Christ.
Let’s get our TPN today with some quality time with God!
