Hold My Tea…

So far, Rebecca has officially finished 2 of her 3 plasmapheresis treatments and 4 iron infusions. I wish I could report smooth sailing, but my girl is STRUGGLING.

Fevers, flu-like body aches, and intense intestinal cramping – the pain is especially pronounced around her newly placed stent at the anastomosis site. We almost postponed today’s plasmapheresis procedure but Rebecca was determined to push through despite her symptoms. If she does not turn a corner fast though, we may be forced to cancel her 3rd plasmapheresis procedure. Prayers are greatly appreciated for the side-effects to lesson dramatically.

During COVID times, transport in a hospital is slow. And by slow, I mean what should be a transport turnaround of 10 minutes can be up to 2 hours. I was not exaggerating when I said, slow.

Transport was called for Rebecca’s plasmapheresis treatment to the infusion room. After waiting over an hour and a half (thereby making us over an hour late for our timed-infusion) we headed out of our room with Rebecca’s hospital bed and IV attachments.

I was fully prepared for our infusion with my over-sized book bag crammed with far too many books to read in a month, much less a few hours, and each of my hands holding a hot English Breakfast tea for Rebecca and I. Our journey was going well until we reached the dreaded ‘death-bridge’. This aptly named ‘death-bridge’ is a bridge connecting 2 towers together with an incline all the way up. Pushing a large hospital bed with a patient is a chore. We made this trek a few times before, but this time our transporter came to a complete-stop while the following conversation ensued:

Transporter“No one told me I was going up a bridge. I am not about to push this bed up there. I am calling for back-up”.

Me – “Back-up?? Like, police back-up or transport back-up? Because if it is police back-up you have a far greater chance getting them here sooner….”

Transporter (rolling her eyes dramatically at my comment) – “I am calling for transport. I will not go up that bridge – there is no way.”

Me – “Ma’am, we are already over an hour late for my daughter’s infusion. If we wait for another transporter, we will miss the infusion altogether and this appointment is critical for my daughter. All we have to do is make it over this bridge.”

Transporter – “I can’t. I just can’t do it.”

What happened next is referred to in Texas as a ‘hold my beer moment’. Except I was holding tea. And I don’t drink beer. So actually, it is not at all like a ‘hold my beer moment’ but rather a ‘hold my tea moment’….

I asked Rebecca to hold her hot tea, balanced the other tea with one hand and started pushing Rebecca’s heavy bed with my now free-hand up the entire inclined bridge. And yes, of course I was in heels.

The transporter had no words – she just stared at me like I was some freak of nature. Which, maybe I am, but I was not about to miss Rebecca’s plasmapheresis treatment.

About half-way up the bridge, a nurse who weighed maybe 80 pounds soaking wet, saw my predicament and helped me push the bed the rest of the way up. The nurse and my weight combined did not equal the muscular transporter and yet – our determination to do the right thing made it happen. And when we got to the top of the bridge, we all loudly cheered – especially impressed I only spilled two drops of tea the entire way up!

Well, we all cheered except the transporter. She moped sullenly, dejectedly stating over and over there was no way she could have pushed the bed up that bridge.

There are times in life when we are scared. Scared to go up an unexpected incline. Scared to move forward after a bad experience. Scared to try something new. Scared to not have the strength to perform the task in front of you.

These past 11 years of medical madness I have told myself no-less than a thousand times, I cannot endure another moment watching Rebecca suffer.

Lord, please….not another surgery, not another hemorrhage, not another transfusion, not another infection, not another organ removed, not another pain spell….Lord help me, I just can’t do this anymore.

And yet, as a fresh prayer forms on my lips, energy is renewed in my soul. I awake each morning, place one foot in front of the other and make the necessary (albeit ridiculously hard decisions) that help my child’s survival. And somehow, in an unexpectedly miraculous way, the days I once deemed unbearable, God finds a way to supply me with the strength to get through another “not another.’’

Our transporter never got that memo. She reached the top of our bridge still convinced she was not good enough to try.

Through God we can endure the unendurable. Through God we can move forward. Through God we can accomplish the supernatural. Because we all know pushing a heavy hospital bed one handed up an inclined bridge while balancing hot tea in high-heeled shoes is most assuredly supernatural. But it also helps to have a companion to hold your other tea….

Thank you Lord.

Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect,” Romans 12:2.

Love to each and every one of you,


Rebecca squeezing in homework while going to a procedure (no, this is NOT the infamous bridge transport, nor the transporter who refused to push the bed!).

32 thoughts on “Hold My Tea…

  1. Christyn!!

    Words cannot express how much I LOVE this post and YOU! So eloquently written, as always. You are a gem. I felt like I was right there with y’all in the moment.

    Praying that the transporter woman is able to grow from this experience by witnessing your determination and the Lord’s strength through you. Nothing can stop a mama who will do anything for her daughter! Or a God who has already done everything for His children.


    We continue to pray for Rebecca, for you, and for your family. You are an exponential blessing to all who know you (and I can say that BECAUSE I know you). 😉

    P. S. Sorry for all the CAPS, but emphasis was highly appropriate. 🙂

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  2. Way to go, Momma! And I’m not only talking about getting that bed up that incline but about continuing to trust in God to give you necessary strength when needed!!!!

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  3. What a beautiful expression of God’s grace, love and mercy. You, Rebecca and your boys AND your husband are all constantly amazing!! Praying that Rebecca will be able to get through ALL of her testing with great success and as little pain as possible❤️ With love and great respect, Judy McLaughlin

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  4. What a victory. May the Lord continue to strengthen you. Continued prayers for Rebecca’s complete healing❤️

    Thank you for sharing.

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  5. Not that you need the extra work, but you should definitely start a second blog called “Hold My Tea”! Instead of displaying needlessly dangerous or machismo acts of stupidity associated with “Hold My Beer”, it will instead feature strong women overcoming obstacles that they shouldn’t have had to face off with in the first place.

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  6. We are praying for you and your family. Your writing still inspires me as it did when I was in your Bible Study Group. Now that your messages are in real time,I’m even more impressed by your words. Thank you for encouraging us when you are going through serious problems. More prayers and love.

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  7. As I read this I couldn’t help but vision the whole ordeal and of COURSE you were in heels!
    (…even if you had not mentioned that well known fact). Face set forward, hold my tea & just watch!! Oh my precious friend, you & Rebecca & God! A Force to reckon!!
    Prayers, love & hugs!

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  8. Loved your post.
    Praying for all patients and people in general, that don’t have someone beside them to say, “ Here, I’ll do it.”
    Whether it be pushing a heavy hospital bed uphill, getting them a drink of water, or helping them up to the restroom.
    Thanking God that Rebecca has you and you both have God. 🙏♥️
    Praying that Rebecca feels better soon.
    Lots of Love & unceasing prayers.
    Philippians 4:13🙏

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  9. Rebecca and her family have shown much faith, endurance, determination, and hope. Their journey through their desert has certainly been like a never ending nightmare. The updates you have shared with me have inspired me to stay faithful and to focus on my/our Healer regardless of the tempest awaiting me soon. God does not give us more than what we can handle. My Bible study group will continue to lift up Rebecca and all of her family with supplications for positives results. God is always near us and He hears our supplications and our cries for results.

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