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In the Midst of Crisis

Perrysburg Mercy Health

Thursday July 29, 2025

Keith experienced
classic heart attack symptoms.
Said, “Call 911.”

Very unlike Keith,
and so he didn’t have to
tell me more than once.

A look and some tests
showed no sign of heart attack.
Phew! But what happened?

July 31, 2025

Back in the E.R.
for STAT echo with contrast.
This, our new St. Luke’s?

Medical Test Findings:

He is well nourished.
His reproductive organs?
* Unremarkable.

August 2, 2025

Gallbadder all along?
 
Back in the E.R.
More tests have resulted in
admission. Thankful.

August 3, 2025

6:46 a.m.

Spoke with Keith’s nighttime
nurse.  He slept well. Still no word
on surgery time.

Afternoon

No surgery yet.
First will come more heart tests, then
gallbladder comes out.

August 4, 2025

9:30 a.m.

Nuclear stress test
(a four-hour test) followed by
an echo-something

8:00 p.m.

A 30-minute
gallbladder removal turns
into two hours.

Anterior wall
is the only thing removed.
The remainder is

too attached to the
liver.  Apparently they’re
inseparable.

August 5, 2025

11:30 a.m.

After not eating
since 5 p.m. August 3,
Keith is transported

to St. Charle’s to have
surgery 2 in two days –
needs a bile duct stent:

another 30-
minute procedure that took
about two hours.  Ugh …

5:00 p.m.

Keith is returned to
his first hospital in far
worse shape than he left.

Suffice it to say,
two surgeries in two days:
zero of ten stars.

After forty-eight
hours of no food or water,
and overheated,

there was ice water
for his throat, behind his neck,
on his head, and chest.

But other than that,
he didn’t want to be touched
not even by me.

He was beyond hot
(take that in every way)
and who could blame him?

August 6, 2025

Now his pancreas
has become enraged. Numbers
have skyrocketed:

Lipase, which should be
between zilch and one sixty
is at three thousand.

Other lab numbers
are also out-of-whack. So,
no discharge today.

Clear liquid diet
is better than nothing, right?
“Nothing” went too long.

August 7, 2025

FINALLY some FOOD!
He had flat, unseasoned eggs
that he loved, loved, loved!

Improving numbers
bring hope again for discharge.
Nope.  Safer to stay.

August 8, 2025

Finally discharged!
Though he is still battling pain
and unwell feelings:

He paused at the door
and sighed deeply as he stepped
inside the kitchen,

slowly walked each room,
taking in the sight and scent
and feeling of home –

mentioning details,
like the way the sun glistens
on the wooden floors,

and the beauty of
the hydrangea tree that
graces our window.

We both recognize
how grateful we should be in
the midst of hardship.

We have access to
a clean, modern hospital
filled with good people

who take pride in what
they do – from the surgeons, to
the NPs, RNs,

doctors, LPNs,
those who prepare the food, and
those who bring the trays,

the housekeeping staff,
the various technicians,
and those we don’t see.

The warm smiles and waves.
The patience for their patients.
The words of comfort.

None of these details
went unnoticed, and all were
appreciated.

(c) Marie Elena Good 2025

* Keith laughed hysterically over this aspect of his test results report! HA!


This, not really poetic, is an accounting of this event in the lives of my husband and me. I like to write 5/7/5-syllable poems, statements, observations, or feelings that express my day. This is the collection from what began July 29 with classic heart attack symptoms that ended up being a gallbladder attack.

Just for the record: The long, involved surgeries mentioned were through no fault of the surgeons. Keith’s was just a very complicated case.


I may add more to this as the days of recovery continue. This is my way of recording.





REDEEMED

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REDEEMED

Not a trait from birth
nor my own making, but an
unmerited gift.

This gift describes me.
It labels and defines me.
It tells you I’m a

sinner-deemed-sinless,
ransomed by innocent blood —
a debt I can’t pay.

I’m liberated.
Rescued. Emancipated.
Bought back. Paid in full

by Jesus my Lord
with a love beyond measure
for me, and for you.

© Marie Elena Good 2025

“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ. In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God’s grace that he lavished on us.”  (From the Holy Bible’s book of Ephesians 1:3,7, and 8.)

The Heart of Golgotha

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“And heaven’s peace and perfect justice kissed a guilty world with love.” ~ Dyma gariad fel y moroedd

The Heart of Golgotha

Before He stepped foot,
He knew the path: Golgotha,
“the place of a skull.”

He knew it, for He
had formed it. Created it
with God His Father.

Before carrying
the crossbeam on this long path,
He created it

before man became;
before woman, born of man,
bore The Son of Man;

before the first sin
had ever been committed,
or life led to death,

and before you were
formed in your own mother’s womb,
He knew you, and He

chose you, and He chose
the horrific path He’d walk
and death He’d conquer.

It was a matter
of turning your face to Him;
of loving you first.

It was a matter
of bonding your heart to His,
for eternity.

© Marie Elena Good, 2025

“Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends” ~ John 15:13

In these times (no poem, and no picture)

Dear all:

The first time I was eligible to vote, I registered as a democrat. I proudly/excitedly/confidently voted for Jimmy Carter.  In the very next election, I registered republican to vote (shaking in my shoes) for Ronald Reagan.  For much of my life, I’ve considered myself a conservative republican.  After my party went too far right for me, and the democrats too far left, I haven’t known how to politically label myself.  I have always voted my conscious – I have never been a party-line voter.  I am, and always will be, a follower of Jesus Christ.

But in this time we are in, I am democrat.  Not because I agree with everything they think and do. Not because I have seen them accomplish all they say they are about (because I haven’t, because they haven’t). But because I see them as the only path to restoring our checks and balances in this America I already no longer recognize. 

In this time we are in, I am American. I am Ukrainian, Syrian, Lebanese, Haitian, Afghani, Iranian, Iraqi, Sudanese, Somalian, Canadian, Burundian, Mexican, Peruvian, Cuban, Brazilian, Nicaraguan, Venezuelan … you get the picture. 

In this time we are in, I am a follower of Jesus Christ. I am Muslim, Hindu, Jewish, Buddhist, Shinto …

In this time we are in, I am female. I am male. I am straight. I am lesbian, gay, bi, trans, queer, she, he, they …

In this time we are in, I am a citizen of the United States of America. I am a refugee, a parolee, an asylee. I am legal, illegal, undocumented …

In this time we are in, I am innocent. I am guilty, convicted, chained, and imprisoned.

Why do I say I am all these, when clearly I am not?

When Jesus’s feet were on this earth, He showed love and compassion for all.  Yes, He stood for righteousness.  He didn’t waiver from purity and holiness, and He encourages us to do the same (though it is impossible for us). He was sinless in His thought life.  He was sinless in His behavior. He was all-loving, all-just, wholly compassionate, wholly empathetic, and (please hear this), He was sinless in His compassion and empathy.  It is in large part why He came.

As a follower of Jesus, it is my duty and my privilege to honor with dignity and compassion every person ever created. We are all created in the image of God. It is His way.  It is what He flawlessly demonstrated, and will do so eternally.

May He help me … help my country … be more like Him.

With all sincerity,
Marie Elena

Beauty

Beauty

It isn’t my thing,
the glaring sun against sand
‘neath cloudless blue sky.

Sand beneath my feet
and waves washing shells ashore
hold little appeal.

Give me falling snow;
leaves crunching beneath bike tires;
charitable eyes.

There is no beauty
in the pearly white smile that
gleams self-interest.

Now this is beauty:
Jesus, gentle and lowly,
showing us His way.
 
Let me see Jesus
in your face; hear Him in the
song your kindness sings.

May He teach me how
to sing tender notes, and may
you hear Him in me.

© Marie Elena Good 2025


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In Like a Lion. Out Like a Lamb. (2 poems)

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In Like a Lion

An apex predator vying for position,
he dons an illegitimate crown
and struts it
around the world stage.

He marks his territory
leaving a stench —
his pride
sniffing rank.

He joins forces with males
who also relish the roar —
none of whom have reached
maturity.

© Marie Elena Good, 2025

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Out Like a Lamb (Found in God’s word)

And he said, “Behold
the Lamb of God – He who takes
away the world’s sins.” ~ John, the baptist

“… for I am gentle
and lowly in heart, and you’ll
find rest for your souls.” ~ Jesus, the Christ

“Like a lamb that is
led to the slaughter – so He
opened not His mouth —

Though He had done no
violence, and there was no
deceit in His mouth.”  ~ Isaiah, the prophet

© Marie Elena Good, 2025

I PACE, AS I FACE MY GOD

I PACE, AS I FACE MY GOD

Lamenting. Praying for His intervention. Seeking Him through tears that feel like they could flood my floor.  I contemplate how my Jesus, co-Creator and sovereign over all of it, describes Himself as “gentle and lowly of heart.” It’s not part of who He is, it is who He is. Gentle and lowly is His driving force. It is the force behind His strength. It is His very being. I pray this for my country. I beg this for my country. May our heartbeat become gentle. Lowly. May this be our strength, who we are, and how we are known.

One man. One moment.
Hearts ruptured. Lives imperiled.
One swipe of a pen.

© Marie Elena Good 2025

CAUSTIC CREDO

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Entertaining thoughts
of lynching trial jurors?
More insurrection?

Trump and his trial
likened to my sweet Jesus?
Never!  By no means!

© Marie Elena Good 2024

CHURCH

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CHURCH

Brick and mortar
house far too many walls,

as though Jesus
never came.

#seventeensyllablesfortwentyseventeen

A Man Like None She’d Known (sonnet for a prostitute)

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This Man had moved her heart in such a way
she spent the tears she shed to wash His feet.
I haven’t known a more sincere display
of love before or since, nor more replete.

An alabaster jar filled with pure nard,
its price, perhaps in wages numbered years.
This girl whose reputation had been marred
anointed Jesus’ feet, ignoring sneers.

This typically was used for entombment.
In just six days, she witnessed Jesus’ death.
Now, we can’t know if that was her intent,
but know God preordained His final breath. 

Her tender, humble love for Him moves me.
And what a brave and brimming heart had she.

© Marie Elena Good, 2024