Late Sunday Night, July 7, 2024
Isaiah 41:10
“So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”
Dear Small Pawsers,
We have so much to be grateful for.
I’m so very grateful for each one of YOU.
And I’ve always told you, over the past 26 years, that I will praise Him in the valley, the same as I do on the mountain top.
Tonight, my family is going through a valley. The deepest one we’ve ever known.
But you know what? This didn’t take God by surprise.
And He’s right here, holding us in His Right Hand.
Many of you know us. You know Dale and me.
You’ve been to our home.
You’ve met Dale both in Tulsa, Oklahoma, where we live, and in other states at Bichon Bashes.
He’s been my husband for almost 39 years.
He was there are the birth of Small Paws® Rescue back in 1998.
If there hadn’t been a “Dale”, there wouldn’t have been a Small Paws.
Dale has always been athletic. Despite being 79 years old, he has been an avid cyclist for 35 years.
Saturday afternoon he announced he was “going on a bike ride.”
The temperatures had cooled down here, and off he went.
Soon, it seemed like a lot of time had gone by and I was beginning to get concerned.
I was just about to call me him when he came out to the back porch.
He came up behind me and I heard him there. I asked him if he had a good ride?
He told me “No. I’m having a lung issue. I’m not breathing right.”
On the way to the ER he told me that he was about 5 miles out on the bike when his neck started hurting and no matter how hard he breathed, he wasn’t getting air.
Someone had picked he and his bike up and brought him home.
I called one of our dearest friends from our church, and asked her to please get this sent out through our prayer chains.
The first God Thing that happened was that the ER Doc made the call to get a head and lung CT.
They got us right back. We waited for 3 hours.
Dale told me to go home and feed the dogs and let them out. He was back to acting normal and was going to be going for tests. It was safe for me to go. He thought he would be coming home with me.
While I was gone, he was in the head CT and they didn’t go any further. They said they “found something.”
Back in his tiny ER room, the doctors were in the middle of telling Dale that he had a benign brain tumor and it’s large.
And he needed to be moved by ambulance to another hospital, where they have a Neuro Surgeon who specializes in removing brain “meningiomas.”
That’s when the second God Thing happened.
One of our Pastors from church, Brian White, walked into Dale’s ER room.
The reason this was significant, is that Brian had this exact same sort of brain tumor, a meningioma, 8 years ago, and he had it removed at the same hospital where they were sending Dale.
I got back in the room and Dale told me he had a brain tumor.
I was in shock, and then I broke down sobbing. I asked Brian not to leave us and he stayed until 1:30 in the morning, until we were checked in to the Adult ICU at the other hospital.
Brian’s tumor was the size of a golf ball.
Dale’s is unbelievably huge. It’s 7 Centimeters large.
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