“Doctor and I are leaving to let your husband say goodbye.”
(Rev. Kathleen D. Brinkmeier, The Journal-Standard)
Miracles and the power of prayer during a health crisis
The anesthesiologist said, “Doctor and I are leaving the room for a while to give you and your husband an opportunity to say goodbye.”
But, I am getting ahead of myself.
In 2008 I had my first encounter with diverticulitis. I had been suffering abdominal pain for weeks and it continued to get worse.
I called my doctor and they told me to come right in. I was admitted to the hospital within an hour.
Five days and nights of antibiotics and sincere prayer later, I was sent home with a new diet and warnings to avoid stress.
Through the years that followed, I had occasional flare-ups that were addressed with antibiotics and bland food.
I continued to pray for this thing to pass, but neglected to do my part for healing. I should know better. God wants us to do our part in self-care.
Oct. 21, 2016, I was substituting in a school not too far from my home and had an attack of pain so great I went to the office and told them I was going to the ER.
‘The doctor told us that my chances for survival were minimal…’
When I arrived at the hospital, I was quickly transferred to a gurney and was in surgery within an hour.
The surgeon and his team and all in that room with me saved my life.
That day, the doctors removed an infectious sac about the size of a softball that, when biopsied, was indeed diverticulitis and not cancer — miracle.
But four days later I went septic, but one of the nurses in intensive care was truly caring and observant and now I was being prepared for surgery again. The anesthesiologist and doctor left the room having told us that my chances for survival were minimal, and I am so glad they were honest with us. READ THE FULL STORY AT THE JOURNAL-STANDARD.
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