Wednesday, May 22, 2013


Hopefully, by now you're aware that I was not able to write and post this entry of Life with Lynnie (LwL) on this date.  Unfortunately, I was in hospital and unable to do this, so it was done at a later date.

For sure, if you've been reading LwL, you'll know that I had a drainage tube that had been installed in my gut, so that fluid from around the mesh inside me, could drain.

What some of you may or may not know, is the fact that my surgeon/doctor had cut me open.  He did so, right in the private room #810 that I had been moved to after finding out I had a staph infection, MRSA.

Actually, I was cut open while in that same room, twice.

The first time, was to open me up, where the fluid was draining from through my skin.  At that time, he cut away affected flesh.

A few days before being released from hospital, my surgeon/doctor once again, cut me open... a second time.

He told me he was doing this, because even though I was still draining through the opening he cut and cleared the first time, it was trying to heal.

After he did his thing surgically, my nurse showed me with her fingers the length of the opening.  It appeared to be about two and a half to three (2 1/2 to 3) inches in length.

Due to its location, I couldn't see it.  It was below where the drainage tube was positioned.  And, of course, while in hospital, nurses regularly cleaned and redressed both areas of concern on my abdomen.

In a way, I was glad that I hadn't been told in advance that this procedure would be done on me.  This way, I didn't have time to think about it, and/or get upset about it.

Instead, I just trusted God.

One of my favourite Bible verses was what I thought about, while the procedure was being done.  Romans 8:28, "And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose."

Yes, I know that God makes all things work together for good. 

This does not mean that all things are good.  But, He makes everything work out just right for us, who belong to Him.  To those, who are the called, according to His purpose.

The truth was, that I understood that this surgical procedure was for my good.  And, I trusted my surgeon/doctor and my Lord.

Until next time...

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