Sunday, November 18, 2012

The Pain of Letting Go...

This entry was originally written and posted in Life with Lynnie (LwL) on, rather than here on, due to the problems I had posting any entry, here. Now that blogger has this site working properly again, I thought I would copy and repost here, to save you from having to back and forth between sites.

The Pain of Letting Go…

Some Facebook (FB) friends let me know they were upset I had left them hanging, in yesterday’s Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry.

While we may have met on FB, they are real life friends. And, I want to apologize to them. Lol!

As I wrote, I had trouble opening my binder.

It is a stretchable (almost girdle-like) item that is meant to put pressure on the abdomen, to keep all one’s innards in place, during the healing process after abdominal surgery. It has a velcro closure system.

Whenever I showered, I would stretch it out, and step out of it. Doing the reverse to put it back on.

But, knowing an adjustment was necessary, I needed to open and reset it.

I struggled, tugging, pulling both with tears and without, in an effort open it. After praying, close to an hour later, I finally did it. With God’s help!

It opened. My hand stretched out, almost hitting my bed, from the force of pressure behind the tug. That’s when I recalled what had happened when I was in hospital.

While on morphine for pain, a nurse came in to check on my incision. Although I cannot recall how long after my surgery, it was definitely the first time my incision was checked on.

Why do I say this?

The nurse had the same trouble I had at home. She could not open the binder. The velcro closure was so tight, it wouldn’t open.

With her left hand pulling and her right hand pushing, she stretched the binder as much as possible in an effort to release it. As she made progress, she adjusted her grip.

Eventually, the velcro let go. Her left hand went up. But, her right hand went down.

Right into the area of my incision.

Yes, I felt the punch in my abdomen. Yet, I didn’t yell very loudly. The pressure was tremendous, but the morphine kept the pain under control.

She apologized; I forgave her. It was, after all, an accident.

Lying flat on the bed, I couldn’t see my incision. But, the nurse insisted it looked okay.

After this, my binder was never again opened while I was in hospital; or, even at home. Instead, it was pulled up, out of the way, so the dressing could be changed, without having a painful instant replay.

I’m not sure if the surgeon ever heard about that incident. And, I’m not sure if it has had any bearing upon why I haven’t healed in that particular area.

But, God knows the truth. He knows the reality of the situation. After all, He is omniscient (all knowing).

And, He told us in Hebrews 4:13, “Neither is there any creature that is not manifest in his sight: but all things are naked and opened unto the eyes of him with whom we have to do.”

Dear Heavenly Father, we come to You, because You are our awesome God, who is in control of all things. You know the end from the beginning, and You know what has prevented my body from healing, properly. We pray it is Your will that I be healed, totally. Without any further surgery. We know Your will is always done. And Father, if anyone we know is unhealthy and requires healing, we pray that it is Your will to provide them with total, restorative healing, as well. We thank You for this, and pray this in Jesus’ precious name. Amen.

Until next time…

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