God allowed
me to live three times.
The second
time was in July, 2000. I’d been really sick for months and months and
all I could eat was yogurt and fruit cocktail and green beans. I was in
the hospital in June 2000 for 10 plus days. I passed bile from both
ends for most of those days.
The Chief of
the hospital told my husband and me that it was my gall bladder, but they
couldn’t operate because my gall bladder wasn’t showing up as bad. I
signed myself out because I decided I could go home and die. They weren’t
doing anything for me there.
By the end
of the next month, July, 2000, I went to a doctor’s appointment and my white
blood count went to 20,000. The first time I’d been hospitalized in June,
it was 15,000. I’d also like to say, the first time I went into the
hospital, I’d driven myself there and had my father-in-law with me because it
was his appointment day, not mine.
My doctor
saw me in the waiting room and asked me what I was doing there and I told him I
brought my father-in-law for his appointment. He said while you are here,
let me check your white blood count, and that’s when it was 15,000.
My
father-in-law was stranded. It was about an hour and a half drive from
home so my husband had to come get my father-in-law. Then, on the July
visit, I’d had an appointment with the eye doctor. I was out of my acid
reflux medicine and went to my clinic to have it refilled.
My doc came
out and said while you are here, let me check your white blood count. It
was 20,000 and again, I drove myself to the hospital. My doctor informed
me that there were no surgeons on duty at the VA hospital and he transported me
to a civilian hospital (Rowan) there in Salisbury.
The doctor
was waiting for me in the ER. He immediately sent me for an ultra sound
and gave me a Demerol shot because by the time they finished the ultra sound
which is not painful at all, it did leave me in pain because of the pushing of
the instrument on my stomach around the gallbladder.
When the Dr.
came in, he asked me if I had any family with me and I said no, but my husband
was on his way because my VA doctor called him. The Dr. said it was my
gall bladder and he said he was going to try to do my surgery the next day in
the morning, but if he could get the crew together he wanted he’d do it at
midnight. At the time he told me this, it was approx. 4:30 pm.
He kept
coming in and asking me if my husband had gotten there yet. I said
no. Finally at 5:45 pm, my husband arrived and my Dr. came in and asked
if it was my husband. I introduced the Dr. to my husband, they shook
hands and the Dr. said kiss her good-bye we are going in now to take her gall
bladder out.
That was a
far cry from midnight or early in the morning. He explained to my husband
that it was a 45 min. surgery and I’d be in recovery about that long and if I
did well, I could go home the next morning and he said if my gall bladder
wasn’t inflamed he was going to use laser.
While on the
operating table, both my lungs collapsed, my gall bladder was gangrene, and
ruptured and dead. I also got pleurisy and pneumonia in both lungs.
When the surgery was over, the Doctor told my husband I was not going to make
it. I had to go on life support for a few days, then when I wasn’t doing much
better, they went ahead and took me off. They never even bothered to put me in
ICU.
By the grace
of God, I lived and I got out of the hospital 8 days later. The Lord has
been good to me. That was not my first miracle for myself. My first
miracle happened years before, in 1976 I had a head-on collision going 60 mph.
I lived and
had a broken neck, but didn’t know my neck had been broken until over 20 plus
years later. I knew I was hurt at the time, but there was no technology
to see a hairline fracture in 1976, like there is today. My head bobbed
like the little dogs that people have in their cars.
I praise God
for both those miracles and for the one I just got. And the most recent
miracle came just a month ago. There were 2 nodules found on my left lung
that the doctor thought was suspicious. The “C” word was never
used. I went into the hospital on Aug 16, and had the surgery to remove
those nodules that day. I had to go on life support because it was my
lungs they were operating on and the ventilator helped me breathe until I could
do it on my own.
I got
through the surgery just fine and the nodules were benign, praise the
Lord!!! I did alright for a couple of days off the life support.
But, after that, I couldn’t breathe right and I had a fever of 104, they packed
me in ice and I caught sepsis and also pneumonia and was put on life support
again.
I saw angels
in my room, 3 on the right side and 1 on the left side of my room, and I saw
white angels guarding the gates of Heaven and I saw the most beautiful white
light coming out of the top of the gates that these huge angels were guarding.
It was a gut
wrenching experience because God allowed me to live and He also allowed me a
glimpse of glory. It was so amazing that the first week I tried to talk about
it, I couldn’t do it without crying and sobbing my heart out.
The doctors
gave me a 50-50 chance. Because of the Lord and His love for me, His child, I
lived. I love the Lord with all my heart and soul. I was in the hospital
for about 16 days with 14 of them in ICU. I give all the glory to the
Lord for loving me enough to let me live through all these things.
I also
praise Him for allowing me to have angels to watch over me and protect me and I
am so blessed to be able to see a glimpse of Heaven. God is truly
wonderful and loving and kind. Most of all, He is real, very real and I
was on lots of prayer lists and I feel like every prayer that went up for me is
why I am here today recuperating.
These three
miracle stories were submitted by “L.C.” in MS
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