That's exactly what happened to me last week.
The weekend was fully of activities....Saturday my husband and I attended a huge "90th" Birthday party and had a great time visiting with friends. Then later that evening we attended "The Irish Film Festival" held here in Baton Rouge.
Some where in the midst of that day I began to feel bad. But I trooped onward.
By Sunday...I was feeling worse. But trooped onward...(like we woman tend to do), we are "unstoppable" many times you know. :~)
Monday morning...I KNEW in my heart...something was desperately wrong.
Little did I know then that I was about to take a little journey that week...a journey that was going to demand that I climb out of my every day "business as usual" life and climb "higher" in my faith.
I called my husband and told him to come and get me to take me to the hospital emergency room. Then I felt I should call my Specialist....and I did knowing I wouldn't reach them and left a message on their voice mail. Within a few minutes...they had called me and told me that my Dr. wanted to come by his office "First" to see him "2:00" and I said...YES!"
Knowing at that moment that the Lord had a plan in motion for me.
Once arriving at my Specialist's office ...He made a decisision based on my symptoms to admitt me to the hospital. He had his nurse call the hospital and had a "bed ordered" for me to cut through all the ER "red tape" and eliminate the wait there for me.
Upon arriving and being admitted, they did the normal preps, I say normal, because actually I have NEVER been in the hospital to stay...except to have four babies...and the last one was 19 1/2 years ago, so it's been awhile.
Next and most important on the hospital agenda, I had a CAT scan of my abdomen...another Specialist had been called in...he was the Surgeon who removed my Gall Bladder in March.
He rendered the news to me as my other Dr. stood beside him both of them standing against the wall at the foot of my hospital bed like two Judges giving me a death sentence of some sort.
The Surgeon went on to explain that the CAT scan had revealed that I had a bad "bowel perforation".....and some it hadn't quite burst out..it was still "contained" but that this was very serious. Along with this was the report of "diverticulitis" which I have never had before.
And then the big blow....
I would more than likely have to have part of my colon removed and have a colostomy.
I couldn't believe what they were telling me....I looked at them and said..."Is there no other way?? I do NOT want to have this surgery."
He told me that I wouldn't "have a choice" but that they were starting me on antibiotics immediately.
Yet not to really count on them working. They would re-evaluate in several days with another CAT scan to re-check my colon then I would probably HAVE to have surgery.
Immediately we set to prayer and I sent out a "SOS" e-mail to everyone we knew and made a posting on Facebook about this. I knew that PRAYER could change this situation and that it would be the only thing that would stop this impending surgery.
Meanwhile....I'm on 24/7 IV's and strong pain killers...and no food. I rested, and rested. I asked people and friends to "not come to the hospital" to see me so that I could focus on healing and seeking God for my situation. I DID not want to hear any "negativity" OR wretched "colon stories" from well meaning people.
Believe me I have my own.
My Grandmother died of Colon Cancer when I was in 25....and my Mother had serious colon troubles a few years ago and had to have much of her colon removed and have a colostomy.
It was if I was now in my own personal battle with this "family curse."
I can't wait to finish telling you what happened....so please come back in a few days. I don't want this post to be too long and drawn out.
I WILL however give you a clue as to the end of all of this mad, drama.
I was given the gift of a "Miracle Healing""""!!!"
And I would love to share that story with you.
Please come back and see me soon!
~Be Blessed~
Joyce
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