Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Casting My Care Upon Him...

If you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) for any length of time, you'll be aware that on this date, I was in hospital.  This entry was not written and posted on this date.  Instead, it was written after I was at home.  The purpose is to fill in the time gap, by letting you know what transpired during this time period.

Yesterday, I wrote about what transpired with various doctors on our Victoria Day holiday weekend. 

One thing I didn't discuss was what happened on that particular Friday.  While I mentioned my surgeon/doctor saw me and let me know that he would be off for the weekend, I didn't let you know that he also told me that I was going to have a procedure done.

He let me know that the latest CT Scan showed that I had another pocket of fluid around the mesh, inside me.  For this, a second drainage tube may be installed.  Or, the radiologist/doctor in the ultrasound department may adjust the current drainage tube, if possible to drain both areas. 

You see, the current drain wasn't working properly.

Later, I was taken down to the ultrasound department.  The ultrasound technician took some pictures.  Then, we waited for the radiologist/doctor to arrive.

The woman radiologist/doctor who arrived was not dressed like a Muslim, but had a name that is fairly common for their people.  I must admit that I didn't know for certain if she was Muslim, but I presumed she was, from her name. 

Knowing that I am not all that comfortable with Muslim people, knowing that Islam teaches and promotes hatred of Christians, and all infidels, I prayed.  And, trusted my Lord.

She looked at the drain exiting my body from my gut.  She looked at the ultrasound pictures.  Then, she left the room, supposedly to look at the most recent CT Scan.

Upon returning to the ultrasound room, this female radiologist/doctor let me know that there was no way she would install another drainage tube.  Why?  She told me it was due to the fact that she doesn't like to work around mesh.

After taking a deep breath, I commented that this was exactly why my surgeon/doctor requested that a tube be installed, because the fluid around the mesh inside me needed to be drained away.

She responded, letting me know that wasn't her problem. 

Thinking she was about to give me a needle to freeze me, so that I wouldn't have pain as she adjusted the current drainage tube, I experienced some pain as the needle entered my gut.

Upon completion of what she did, she showed me that she had aspirated the pocket of fluid, by removing part of the fluid.  Enough to fill the syringe.

Then, she wiggled the existing drainage tube that hadn't been working properly.

Arriving back at my room #810, my nurse commented that the radiologist/doctor did not feel she needed to make adjustments or add another drainage tube.

Sigh...

I took a deep breath and told the nurse what I had been told, about how she refused to work around mesh.  Not in an angry way, even though I wasn't a happy camper about what had transpired.  I commented in a humble, quiet way.

My nurse checked the file and told me that wasn't the info on my file.  I told her it didn't matter to me what the file said, other than it wasn't complete, because I knew what the radiologist/doctor had said.  And, the ultrasound technician had heard it, too.

To me, it was like a big waste of time, even being taken down for the procedure that didn't happen.

And, the thought of how the female radiologist/doctor lied on my file, didn't make me feel any better.  Especially, since I didn't trust her to begin with.

Believe me when I say I prayed.

1 Peter 5:5-7 came to mind, "Likewise, ye younger, submit yourselves unto the elder. Yea, all of you be subject one to another, and be clothed with humility: for God resisteth the proud, and giveth grace to the humble.  Humble yourselves therefore under the mighty hand of God, that he may exalt you in due time:  Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you."

I prayed, not just for healing for me, but also for that radiologist/doctor, who had taken it upon herself to not be fully honest, when reporting on my file.  And, I praised God that He gave me the grace to humbly deal with the situation.

Prayer continued throughout the day, the weekend, and even to this day.  I pray that God will save her.  Bring her to her knees, to repent and allow Jesus to become her Saviour, and Lord, of her life.

In my heart, I knew there was nothing I could do about what transpired.  I realized that the truth was, that no one really cared for me, and about my need for healing. 

Other than Jesus, of course.  So, I prayed and cast all my care upon Him.

I'm continuing to trust Him, because as a born-again Christian, who believes upon Him, I know He loves me.  And, always will.


Until next time...

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