For some of you this will be an update and for others new information, either way, thanks for your prayers and concerns the last several weeks.

 Our son Daniel has written a number of scripts and he has taught me about the elements that contribute to successful stories and films. One of those elements is a major event in the life of a character called a ‘inciting incident’ – ‘a doorway through which the protagonist cannot return’. I now know what people mean when they talk about a near death or traumatic experience where things in life are reduced to ‘what really mattters’.

Ky and I went to Barcelona, Spain on May 11^th for the All Europe Retreat; this was a gathering of all the AG missionaries in Europe for some work and R&R. We had planned to spend an extra couple of days with some friends in Barcelona after the Conference and return to UK on May 19^th.  We enjoyed 2 days of this but in the early morning hours of May 19^th, I began to experience massive chest and abdominal pain. Thinking I was having a heart attack, Ky called for help and took me to the nearest Emergency Room. Within an hour it was determined I was not having a heart attack but ‘Acute Pancreatitis’. If you are like me and don’t know what this means, see: http://www.medic8.com/healthguide/articles/pancreatitis.html.

I knew I had a pancreas but never knew it could start ‘digesting itself’ or hurt this much.  I was immediately admitted to the hospital and told I would be put on an absolute fast from all foods or liquids for the next 4-5 days. This allows the pancreas to ‘calm down’.  Coupled with the incredible pain was the confusion that everything around me was happening in Catalan and Spanish; soon I full of IV tubes and feeling ‘ completely out of control of my situation’. The pain did not really let up for 72 hours and then things slowly started to get better. I had a CT scan on Monday May 24^th; this revealed no masses, no lesions or cysts, but fluid and inflammation throughout my abdomen. I was gradually introduced to food and activity and by the end of the week the doctors agreed to release me on the condition that I get a follow-up CT scan and blood analysis when I returned to the UK.

 On the last night I was in the hospital, I wrote a reflection on my experience after a friend sent my a hymn by Charles Wesley, Jesus Lover of My Soul, which contains these words:

Wilt thou not regard my call?    
  Wilt thou not accept my prayer?    
Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall!    Lo! on thee I cast my care!
Reach me out thy gracious hand
 While I of thy strength receive,
Hoping against hope I stand,  Dying, and behold I live!

If you are interested in reading this reflection, you will find it posted under ‘Newsletters’ on our website — http://prevetteresearch.net/reflections-with-charles-wesley-from-hospital-in-spain-pain

 I felt at the time that I needed to record some of the lessons learned in this crisis, as we have a tendency to forget the how God can use pain to teach us of Himself.

We returned to Oxford the night of Friday May 28^th, tired but very grateful to be home where we understood the language and our local surroundings. The following day, our shipment from the USA arrived and 13 friends showed up to unload it and help us start getting settled into our new home in Oxford. We had been living out of suitcases since February 22^nd. I will be seeing doctors here in Oxford this week for another CT and consultation about ongoing treatment.

Thanks be to God, I am now beginning a new chapter of my life. Moving to the UK and joining OCMS was already a big part of that. I will need to lose at least 30-40 pounds and be very vigilant about my diet. I will need to adopt a new lifestyle – where ‘reflection, soul and body care’ are not just useful words but integral to the way I live.

Charles Wesley was right – living is not to be taken for granted. We rest in Him!

Many thanks for your friendship and prayers.

Bill and Ky

Oxford UK

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June 2, 2010

I was hospitalized in Barcelona Spain on May 19th with Acute Pancreatitis. This was probably the most painful experience of my life, certainly the only time as an adult I have been in the hospital for anything other than an injury

During my 9 day hospitalization. a colleague from the Oxford Centre for Mission Studies sent me the words to Charles Wesley’s famous hymn, ‘Jesus Lover of My Soul’. On the last night I was in the hospital I wrote a personal reflection about my time of illness and a few lessons learned. I was particularly struck with the  the 3rd stanza of the hymn.

I don’t know what it was in Charles Wesley’s life that brought him to write this hymn but it does parallel so much my personal  pain and angst. I include the entire hymn here followed by my thoughts from a hospital room in Spain:

Jesus, lover of my soul,    
  Let me to thy bosom fly,    
While the nearer waters roll,    
  While the tempest still is high:    
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide           
  Till the storm of life is past,    
Safe into the haven guide,    
  O, receive my soul at last!    
 
Other refuge have I none,    
  Hangs my helpless soul on thee;           
Leave, ah, leave me not alone,    
  Still support and comfort me:    
All my trust on thee is stayed,    
  All my help from thee I bring;    
Cover my defenceless head 
  With the shadow of thy wing.    
 
Wilt thou not regard my call?    
  Wilt thou not accept my prayer?    
Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall!    
  Lo! on thee I cast my care!
Reach me out thy gracious hand    
  While I of thy strength receive,    
Hoping against hope I stand,    
  Dying, and behold I live!    
 
Plenteous grace with thee is found,    
  Grace to cover all my sin;    
Let the healing streams abound,
  Make and keep me pure within:    
Thou of life the fountain art;    
  Freely let me take of thee,    
Spring thou up within my heart,    
  Rise to all eternity!

A Personal Reflection after 9 days in a Barcelona Hospital, written May, 27th 2010

May 19 – 20
Wilt thou not regard my call?    
  Wilt thou not accept my prayer?

By the first night of my hospital stay it was clear I was in real trouble, with pain like I have not known before. I am usually ok with physical pain if I understand what is going on around me in this case I felt lost and confused.  The nurses spoke no English, the man with whom I was sharing a room had a family member spending the night with him (typical in Spain) and these guys snored so loud it was impossible to sleep. It seems humorous now but I was praying out loud at a pretty high volume – ‘OH God help me – make these guys shut up or heal their adenoids’.  To no avail, I slept 2 hours that night and watched the dawn with something like knives in my abdomen. My two room partners got up and immediately started talking and laughing like they were at a soccer match. (Later I found out they were from Southern Spain and  love large gatherings with lots of noise, the room was full of their family most of the day talking and laughing. If I had known these lyrics I would have sung them ‘wilt you not regard my call – wilt thou not accept my prayer.’
 
May 21-24
Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall!    
  Lo! on thee I cast my care!  

Night two was a repeat of one, by now I understood there is no real treatment for acute pancreatitis (at least here in this hospital) other than shut down all oral intake and ride it out living on pain killers. Usually pain killers just make me have strange dreams and I suppose they dull pain but I feel the pharmaceutical companies have created their own language with ‘pain killers’. The nurses gave me morphine that night to calm me down as I was getting so agitated at the snoring and complete lack of control I had in the situation.  I ‘cast my care on God’ and asked to be moved to another room the next day. What is that cliché about ‘jumping from the frying pan into the fire’? The next three nights were painful but things were starting to feel more like small pieces of glass in my abdomen than knives. But my new room mate redefined the term snoring.  I had fluid in my lungs so I could not make a noise that loud if I had to. As soon as he woke up, he went in our common bathroom and smoked a cigarette and the fumes made me sick.  Funny thing was he was a big likeable guy. We talked a bit – he in Cataluña and me in English, and we got to be buddies. I probably slept 2 hours each night. I had a positive CT scan on Monday and my new buddy was released on Tuesday the day I started showing some real improvement. Just as I was starting to think ‘at last a night where I might sleep a few hours’ the nurses came and  told me they would move me again.  So I just threw up my hands and said oh well, ‘Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall Lo! on thee I cast my care! Whatever you think of God in times like this it is pretty clear we don’t direct the movie. God writes his Story in our lives but this sort of writing is painful.

May25-27
Reach out thy gracious hand    
  While I of thy strength receive,    
Hoping against hope I stand,    
 Dying, and behold I live!   

My new room mate was a younger guy in his 40s in much worse shape than I. Last year he  had colon cancer and part of his colon removed. He is back this time with 10 inch incision up his abdomen because his bowel was twisted and occluded. He made no noise whatsoever at night, other than to occasionally moan in the night. By now I was feeling like I would live and I prayed with deep empathy that God would touch him. ‘Reach out thy gracious hand’ not to me but this brother who needs a touch from you.  His mother slept in a chair next to him. My strength was slowly returning, now I had only to contend with Level 5 pain and diarrhoea and needing to pee every 10 minutes. ‘While of thy strength I receive hoping against hope’ I was beginning to see in my personal trial that this  too shall pass.

Each day got progressively better. I was hooked to about 4 bags of IV, had a sub-clavian catheter for feeding. They took out my wrist IV on Tuesday and the sub-clavian on Wednesday. Now they are monitoring my progress which seems good, I am swollen like a balloon from all the inflammation but I am able to walk and ‘stand’.  On Thursday my doctor said my blood analysis was good and I could be released to travel on Friday.  

This ordeal began on the day we were scheduled to fly back to London. I have asked every day since starting to improve if I can leave at the end of the week. The doctors just tell me that I have a serious condition and it had potential to be fatal. ‘Dying, and behold I live’. I now see these words in a much different perspective. Its true what they say about trauma and near-death experiences, it does get your attention.

I am now beginning a new chapter of my life. Joining OCMS is a part of that. I will continue with care in the UK, hopefully avoiding any surgery, and will need to lose at least 30-40 pounds and be super vigilant about my diet. I will need to adopt a new lifestyle – where reflection, soul and body care are not just pretty words.  

Wesley was right – living is not to be taken for granted. We rest in Him! Thanks be to God for giving us life in both weakness, frailty and recovery.

Bill Prevette

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