Our bags were packed for High School Summer Camp and we were looking forward to hitting the beach with the students for a week. Then, less than 20 hours before we were to leave sharp pain suddenly hit Will in the abdomen, and Sunday afternoon we made a visit to the Minor Med. Then they sent us to the E.R. (still with no idea of what was going on) at Baptist. As Will sat doubled-over in pain (and I tried to stay calm for his sake and the baby's), I was thanking the Lord that the E.R. was not busy and for the tremendous help of the staff. Later in the afternoon CT scans were made and fluids were being pumped through his veins...then a doctor came in and first thing out of his mouth was, "So, you know a good surgeon?" Huh? Please explain what's going on! He then said that Will would need surgery to remove his appendix and thought surgery would happend within a few hours. After a series of events (too boring and frusterating to list here) we finally got him off to surgery (thanks to our incredible Primary Care Dr) on Monday. The surgeon said it was good we came when we did - the appendix was black and likely to rupture soon. Although we had to miss Camp (4 days in the hospital and then recovery), looking back we see that God's timing is perfect. If Camp was not the next day, we wouldn't have felt the urgency to get Will checked out, and the Dr. said if we had waited, the appendix would have ruptured. So thankful for the Lord, His protection and provision, and for our family and church family that prayed and took such great care of us during this time. 
I think this is how just about everyone feels when they are in the E.R. Poor guy.
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