If you've been reading recent entries in Life with Lynnie (LwL), you'll be aware that I've been feeling rather overwhelmed, lately.
Of course, being ill and going through emergency surgery for a football-sized incarcerated hernia isn't fun. Nor, is it fun to recall emotional times in your life, or losses. Like the loss of my now deceased husband, Gordon.
Knowing that I had an appointment at the hospital to have my stitches removed, I tried to make arrangements for someone to drive me. My daughter P, wasn't going to be able to help today, so I had contacted my daughter B, who as you probably are aware, is recovering from recent injury.
I knew B wasn't going to be able to help, but I asked if her boyfriend, S could help me out. And, he did. Thank you, S. May God bless you.
While waiting in the lobby of my apartment building for S to arrive, a couple I know were surprised to see me. We chatted for a few minutes. They had not known the ordeal I had been through. Nor, did a gentleman I know, who came and sat with me, chatting until S arrived to pick me up.
After transporting me, S dropped me off at the hospital, where I waited about an hour before being called for my appointment.
As the nurse led me into the room where I was to have my stitches removed, I once again began feeling overwhelmed. I thought to myself how God's sense of humour, is not like mine. The last time I had been in that particular room, was when Gordon found out that he had an inoperable brain tumour.
Be still my heart.
Like I need any more upset, than what I had recently been experiencing! Of course, at this time of year, it isn't easy for me anyway, since in just over a week from now, it will be the third (3rd) anniversary of Gordon's death.
I took a deep breath and laid on the bed, as the nurse requested.
Upon taking the dressings off my incision and where the drainage tube had been, my nurse went to get another nurse, for a second opinion. They both agreed that only about half (1/2) the stitches were ready to be removed.
It was explained to me that it looked like the surgeon enclosed my original bellybutton, and created a new one in a slightly different location. That was the area where I was not yet healed enough to have the stitches removed.
My nurse reminded me that I should not be carrying a purse. No lifting. No stretching. No bending. No driving. And, she repeated let me know that I need help at home.
Hmmm... as if this will ever happen!
After all CCAC, a government organization that was initially set up to assist people like me, no longer does stuff like this. So, where on earth would I get assistance?
She made me promise to see my family doctor, in an effort to have something arranged. Before leaving her, she thanked me for being obedient and wearing the binder that helps provide support to my gut... and incision.
It never ceases to amaze me how plans change. We sometimes think one thing will happen, and instead something else occurs.
But, no matter what, God is in control. Of everything in our lives.
Yes, He gives us freewill, when it comes to decisions, but we who know and read His Word, the Bible, know that He knows the end from the beginning. After all, He told us so, in Isaiah 46:10, "Declaring the end from the beginning, and from ancient times the things that are not yet done, saying, My counsel shall stand, and I will do all my pleasure:"
Even though things haven't worked out in my life the way I thought they would, I know that God already knows everything about me, and what will happen in my life. He already knows what decisions I will make, whether good or not so good.
And, He loves me, anyway. Praise God for this!
Friend, I also praise God for you. For your caring and loving attitude of continued prayer for me and my daughter B, who is suffering terribly at this time. May God bless you, always.
Until next time...
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