This morning (Thursday) her swelling was larger than last night, and her symptom list was getting longer and more pronounced.  I called her family doc, who couldn’t squeeze her in until Friday.  Then I called her surgeon's office twice, but no one called me back.  Next I  decided to take her to the ER since these were the same symptoms and same swelling site that she had the last time when her lungs had collapsed and she needed to be life-flighted, and I knew the ER could do an x-ray for her to check the amount of fluid on her lungs.  Based on the size of her current swelling, I assumed we had more time than previously, but I didn’t know how quickly this could progress since last time I had caught it after the progression.  I decided we probably had enough time to gather random items we would want for an extended stay back in the hospital with a new chest tube, and that’s what we did.  We repacked our not yet fully unpacked suitcases, and I collected all our medical paperwork.  Then we drove to our local ER.  The same ER that had life-flighted her to the big hospital a month ago.

I cried.  

I told God He had better have a REALLY good purpose for this.  I would submit, but only if He had a good plan for why we were going back.  

Liberty named a certain person at the big hospital who she had given the gospel to, and said maybe we were going back to continue talking with that person about God.

I calmed down a bit.  Okay, God, I told Him.  That is a great reason!  I’ll go back, but only if You’re planning to rescue that person.  I wanted to extract a guarantee from Him on this one-sided deal I had just made, but He remained silent.