If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that after I left the surgeon/doctor's office, I felt rather sad.
Please understand, I wasn't feeling depressed. I must admit though, I felt a bit overwhelmed. Especially after finding out that my surgeon didn't have any idea what was happening to me. Or, why.
After praying on the way home, I reflected upon some of our discussion in the doctor's office. It was mentioned to me that he wondered if I was having trouble with infected mesh.
Knowing that he had previously told me that surgery to remove it, would be major, major, major, major surgery, I prayed as to whether or not I would even allow this surgery to take place, if required.
By the time I went to bed, I decided that I would probably elect to not move forward with surgery as serious and complicated as that would be, if needed. After all, why would I want to extend my life, just to suffer, repeatedly and extensively?!
Thinking about what I just said, I don't want you to think that I have fear of that severely traumatic surgery, because I don't. Nor, am I afraid about what could happen to me, if I agreed to proceed, if required.
I do wonder how on earth surgery like that can be done. But then, I don't really know the details of what would happen and whether or not the mesh would be replaced.
Truly, it doesn't matter.
I have no fear of what man can do to me. I trust my Lord. For everything in my life. Always.
Thinking about this, brought to mind Proverbs 29:25, "The fear of man bringeth a snare: but whoso putteth his trust in the Lord shall be safe."
During my prayer before bedtime, I prayed that God would not just give the specialist wisdom, but that He would also give me wisdom.
lol Just so you know, I do pray every evening. For me, and for you. Every night.
Until next time...
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