God’s Big Plan
It was around 1985; my wife announced she didn’t want to take birth control pills anymore.
“So what do you want to do?” I asked innocently.
“What do I what to do? It’s time you did something. I’m not having any more operations (she had had an operation on her ovaries and 2 C sections)”!
“Oh, I guess we could use something,” I said.
“No, I have something else in mind” she said. “You know Bob (my brother-in-law) had had a vasectomy and he said it wasn’t too bad. What about you getting one?”
I probably turned pale, and cringed, but she pressed on.
“We should go and see a urologist, this would be great, and I’m sure it wouldn’t hurt,” she said.
“Yeah, it wouldn’t hurt you,” I replied continuing to cringe.
Not to be dissuaded, she made an appointment for a consult.
We arrived at the doctor’s office and eventually made it in to see the doctor.
“What do you want to do?” the doctor asked me.
“I would like to leave,” I replied.
“No we don’t,” said my wife, “we want to consider a vasectomy”.
“WE???” I said.
“Stop being a baby,’ she retorted, “I’m sure it won’t hurt, right doctor?”
“Well…” he said “you’ll feel a pinch when we inject the Novocain”.
At that point I was picturing this giant needle approaching my private parts. The doctor must have seen this reaction before and sought to reassure me, but the image of the giant needle remained.
Seeking any excuse, I asked “Is this reversible, what if I want more kids?”
“With who?” my wife asked. “You're sure not having them with me”.
“Maybe my next wife would want some kids,” I calmly replied.
“So you’ll adopt,” she countered.
The decision was a foregone conclusion. An appointment was made.
The afternoon before the procedure, we went to the doctor’s office for a final check up. They took blood and urine tests, everything was fine, I was scheduled for the next afternoon.
The next morning I woke up with a severe urinary infection: pain, blood, the works.
“How did this happen, you were fine last night”, my wife said.
“I don’t know, we’ll have to go to the doctor”.
We arrived at the doctor’s office and I told them what was going on. They took blood and urine and announced I had developed an infection overnight and we would have to postpone the operation.
“I’ve never seen something develop so fast” the doctor said.
“When should we reschedule?” my wife asked.
“I’ll call them,” I said and we left.
My prayers had been answered, a genuine miracle had occurred.
“This is God’s Will”, I stated to my wife. “God has decided against this and has other plans for me. I’m not doing this”.
My wife gave me a very skeptical look. She started to give me all the arguments why we should reschedule; but I kept countering with “God’s Will” How could she argue with “God’s Will”? We never rescheduled.
Perhaps God does have a plan for me.