Interrupted

Interrupted

One of Lyol’s favorite jokes used to be a simple one.  

“Knock, Knock”

“Who’s there?”

“Interrupting cow”

“Interupt…..

“Moooooo.”

Well, we’ll just keep it simple here.  We had big plans to take 8-9 months off this year.  My dad, who’s been the general surgeon most of the time for the past 6 years, retired in early February.  We are missing him badly.  We had a wonderful young buck named Christian who had planned to stay from October to October.  Dr. Sarah, Family practice with a year of OB fellowship also came in January.  We had arranged with the GC to take an unpaid leave, a Sabbatical, to take a breather after being here for 7+ years.  Everything was set.  Sarah and Christian were ready.  We were ready.  We were to be starting our big trek on the Appalachian Trail, start date March 11.  

But our plans were interrupted.  

Moooooo.  

Christian got malaria several times and it was taking a toll on him.  So Sabrina (in charge of our nutrition program) and he wisely left for non-malarial grounds.  

Mooooo.

We decided to stay.  

Mooooo.

We are no longer hiking the Appalachian Trail this year.  

Moooo.  

Interrupted.  

Man makes plans.  God arranges our lives.