As I'm sure you are aware, here on Life with Lynnie (LwL) I've written about my health, from time to time. Today, is one of those days.
A few weeks ago, my nursing care ended. Not because I was fully healed, because I wasn't.
It was due to the fact that the nurse told me the rest of my healing would have to come from my body, since there wasn't anything more she could do to encourage healing of the hole that opened up, after I began leaking through my incision.
At that time, it seemed I was healing nicely.
Then, all of a sudden, some of the swelling decreased and I thought I was being healed. Instead, I found I swelled in another area. And, began leaking fluid and blood, there.
When that drainage ended, I thought for sure I would be healing well. It was shocking to me that I still had some swelling and pain.
Yesterday, I thought I would go visit my friend V. She's once again in hospital.
Last week, I visited her in her hospital room, for the first time. While my body was open and draining, I didn't go visit, due to not wanting to put myself at risk of picking up germs, infection or anything that would prevent my healing.
Instead, I had visited V at home, when she was there. But, as I mentioned, last week she was once again admitted to hospital. Since my body seemed to be on the way to full healing recovery, I visited V, there.
Even though I thought I would go visit V at the hospital yesterday, I didn't. The reason was very shocking to me.
Once again, I began leaking fluid. It didn't look like I was leaking through my healed incision. Rather, it looked like a round piece of skin resembled a scab that was infected or wet.
When it began leaking, it was a mess.
After thinking I had the fluid leakage under control, and knowing I was wearing gauze bandages under my binder, I thought I would be okay to go do a couple errands. I was wrong.
Even though I was only gone a couple of hours, by the time I got home, I found that the clear fluid that had been leaking, had changed somewhat. It was now a pick colour. And, it had leaked through the bandage and through my binder and underwear.
It's a good thing I'll be seeing the surgeon today. It's good this happened before my check-up appointment, and not afterwards.
As always, I prayed. My prayer brought to mind Psalm 71:12, "O God, be not far from me: O my God, make haste for my help."
Even though I know He is with me always, I found myself praying and asking my Lord to be with me to provide healing, without any delay.
He is in control of all things. His will is always done.
So, I suppose I'll just have to continue trusting Him, for complete healing, even if it has not yet happened. And, I'll thank Him, even if this doesn't make me happy.
Until next time...
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