A few weeks ago, Ivan had a nose job. He actually had a septoplasty with turbinate reduction. I just like saying “nose job” because it sounds dramatic. Without getting too technical, Ivan’s had trouble breathing ever since he was a child due to a number of issues. We hoped that correcting his deviated septum and reshaping part of his sinus passages would address some of his breathing problems. Hence the nose job.

I’d planned to write a funny post about the whole experience. After all, we’re familiar with broken arms and legs, even a variety of intestinal ailments, but who on earth gets nose surgery? (Outside of Hollywood, that is.) What’s more, Ivan made plenty of messes for me to write about. His nose bled for three days straight and we had to change bandages every hour. And don’t even get me started on nasal rinses… 

But as funny as that all sounds now, it wasn’t the least bit funny when it was happening. Ivan is a very forbearing patient, so he deserves much credit for putting up with my clumsiness during that recovery week. As for me, I was confronted with a new picture of what it meant to trust God on my own.

Every time I’ve had one of my own health struggles, my family has swarmed to help Ivan take care of me. This time Mom took us to and from Ivan’s surgery, but it was the first instance we’ve declined further help. Dad is also sick and, unlike Ivan, he won’t be better in a couple of weeks. I wanted Mom to have energy to help where she was needed most. Anna also grabbed us groceries on Saturday morning. The timing was providential since I’d just thrown out a casserole that made Ivan sick Friday night, and Anna couldn’t have come earlier since she works long hours during the week.

But for most of the recovery week, I was lonely and overwhelmed, wishing for human comfort yet resolved to persevere without it. How could I make Ivan feel bad for being high-maintenance? Mom shouldn’t feel like she needed to be in two places at once. Anna was giving us the best chunk of time out of her precious weekend. 

Slowly it dawned on me that this was how it must have been for Ivan during many of my health struggles. He doesn’t seek help very often since he can move me by himself and make a (limited) number of dinners. How many days had he spent by my bed completely alone? 

But neither of us was completely alone. No matter how overworked I felt, or how silent the house seemed, or how few texts pinged on my phone, God had not forgotten either of us. The same God who’d sat with Ivan by my bedside for the past six years was now watching over me as I watched over Ivan, and cleaned, and cooked, and struggled with chores I haven’t done alone in years. 

The problem was not that I was alone, but that I had narrowed my gaze until I thought I was alone. If I was only counting on human help to get me through this trial, then of course I was going to be disappointed. The Psalmist tells us, “The Lord is like a Father to his children, tender and compassionate toward those who fear him. For he knows how weak we are; he remembers we are only dust.” ~Psalm 13:13-14. I needed to take a step back and widen my gaze to include the One who is my creator and – through Christ – my savior. He understands my weakness and loneliness and will support me in my need better than any human friend ever could. What’s more, he’s also the Great Physician. I can trust him with Ivan too.

P.S. At the time of this post Ivan is close to a full recovery. 🙂

9 thoughts on “Ivan Gets a Nose Job

  1. Dear Grace and Ivan! I had the same surgery about 15 yrs ago also not breathing right or for sure very restricted since childhood. It really helped me. Recovery should be quick for Ivan. I had a deviated septum too. Hope this helps quell any fears? Best to you guys. Lisa

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  2. Love your correspondence !! You are so REAL and HONEST with your feelings, what you learn and how you, like me, struggle until the revelation comes and helps me release myself!!


  3. My husband had three of those nose surgeries and I saw him though them, difficulty breathing. The doctor said he had probably never been able to breathe normally all his life. It’s hard to see our husbands go through that but our Lord is right there beside us. My prayers are for a full recovery for Ivan and strength for you each day. Thankful you were not both down at the same time. Good to hear from you. Keep us updated.

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    1. Wow! Three of these sounds really intense. I hope your husband is able to breathe normally (or close to it) after all that work. Like him, Ivan was born with several problems that prevented him from breathing normally. We decided to address the structural ones first. Thanks so much for your prayers!


  4. Hi Grace and Ivan,

    Your realization that “ the problem was not that I was alone, but that I had narrowed my gaze until I thought I was alone” is truly wise beyond your years. It applies to all of us, and is another one of your gentle reminders, flowing through your lives to ours.


  5. Hi Grace and Ivan,

    Your realization that “the problem was not that I was alone, but that I had narrowed my gaze until I thought I was alone” is truly wise beyond your years. It applies to all of us, and is another one of your gentle reminders, flowing through your lives to ours.


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