Kid Surgery is Scary

As I write this, our 6 year old son is having tubes installed (in his ears, by the way) for the third time.  As far as surgeries go, tubes are a bit easier than the others we’ve endured with our kids, including eye surgery and skull surgery.  I sometimes joke that we should get our card punched because maybe the 10th run will be free.  But the medical professionals always say no.  Thanks, Obamacare*.

Let me say this: Kid surgery is scary.  Even if it has happened enough times to feel routine and predictable, it’s still scary.  My feeble familiarity makes me far calmer than the parents a few seats over who are here for the same reason.  Compared to their catharsis, I feel like a robot, or like a Vulcan** whose emotions rarely get in the way of the mission. Yet… Jesus wept.  For whatever reason, he wept.  I cannot imagine how incapacitating it would be to know all that He knows of the human experience.  I suppose perspective is the great corrective.  First surgery? Freaked out by the unknown.  Third (or, maybe, eighth) surgery?  More coffee, please.

As I write, Zac is getting a new set of tubes, which are little grommets for your eardrums that create a tiny hole in the tympanic membrane that releases pressure and allows your ears to drain.  When I was a kid and heard about someone “getting tubes”, I always imagined a long straw traveling from their ears to some spigot installed near their right ankle, which is why that kid always wore moon boots.  Turns out I was overthinking it.  Standard procedure, yes — if we have to get it done again in the future, they might let me give it a try.  Who knows?

There is risk, oh yes.  Anytime you force a body to go to sleep and then start using foreign objects to barge in and root around a biological system that self-regulates, something can certainly go awry. But I know now that worrying about it will produce only one effect: worry.  Worry never accomplishes what it sets out to do, namely, make it all ok.  Jesus weeps, but he doesn’t worry.

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*Please note that “Thanks Obamacare” is one of my favorite rhetorical devices to throw out in a less than serious moment.

**My friend and I were talking about how far-reaching the character Spock has been in our culture at large.  Even an isolated prude knows the vulcan semiotic.

About radamdavidson

When I'm not blogging, I'm hanging out with my family, pastoring a church, or listening to vinyl. I think and write about Jesus, music, communication, organizational leadership, family whatnot, and cultural artifacts from the 1980's -- mostly vintage boomboxes. You can read my blog at www.radamdavidson.com, watch [RadCast], a daily 3 minute video devotional, or find me on socials (@radamdavidson). I also help Pastors in their preaching and public speaking (www.CoachMyPreaching.com).
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