Sunday, June 30, 2013

According To...

Before I begin today's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I'd like to take the time to wish my cousin E, a very Happy Birthday!  May this be the best one, yet!  Happy Birthday!

As I've written about for quite a while, here on LwL, I haven't been able to do much or go places.  Partly because I couldn't drive, and partly due to being restricted by my medical treatments. 

And, of course, I didn't have much energy.

A few days ago I mentioned that prior to taking my vitamins and minerals again, I had felt rather tired and worn out.  This amazed me at times, because I wasn't really wasn't doing much of anything. 

As I mentioned in the past, a few days before last weekend, I found out from my pharmacist that I could indeed take them, as long as I was careful to abide by the requirements of the antibiotics I am now taking, by mouth. 

For this, I praised God!

Within a couple of days after taking my supplements once again, I noticed I had more energy.  Thank You, Lord, for providing a way for me to feel slightly improved!

In addition, it's been just over a week since I've been able to once again drive my van.  While I had a drainage tube still in my gut, and was receiving super-antibiotics intravenously (by IV), there was no way I could drive.

But, all this changed around the time I began taking my vitamins and minerals, once again.  With the tube and IV removed, I was once again able to drive. 

For this, I praise God! 

As you are probably aware, being SONday, I love to honour God.  For quite a while, I've had to do so at home, since I haven't been able to drive. 

Today will be different.  I'll be going to worship!

It never ceases to amaze me how God provides for me. 

But, He does.  Just as we are told in Philippians 4:19, "But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus."

It does my heart good to have long ago accepted the fact that He truly does love me.  And, provides for me, because I belong to Him.

And, today, I'll be able to go to worship with brothers and sisters in the Lord, to honour my Lord! 


Until next time...

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Saturday, June 29, 2013


Off and on, here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), I've written about how I've been encouraged by friends.  Real life friends, plus cyber-friends (mainly from Facebook (FB), but some met through commenting on LwL).

One FB friend has been so kind towards me.  Postings of encouraging pics and comments from her have been wonderful.  Here's an example of what I'm talking about:

"May God bless and keep you Lynn; know you are in many prayers of numerous people and we love you. God will bring you through this thing. You have definitely set a Christian example. He is with you and will carry you through this storm. Love you much!"

I truly never thought I would ever hear anything so loving.  Especially, since we have never met in person.  I thank you, my friend.  Hopefully, through our many conversations, you realize that I love you, too!  May God bless you...

For some reason, there has been a couple of songs that have resonated in my mind.  One (1) of them is by Ella Fitzgerald entitled, Someone to Watch Over Me  Here's the lyrics:

Someone to Watch Over Me by Barrington Somers Pheloung & George Gershwin

There's a saying old, says that love is blind
Still we're often told, "seek and ye shall find"
So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind

Looking everywhere, haven't found him yet
He's the big affair I cannot forget
Only man I ever think of with regret

I'd like to add his initial to my monogram
Tell me, where is the shepherd for this lost lamb?

There's a somebody I'm longin' to see
I hope that he, turns out to be
Someone who'll watch over me

I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood
I know I could, always be good
To one who'll watch over me

Although he may not be the man some
Girls think of as handsome
To my heart he carries the key

Won't you tell him please to put on some speed
Follow my lead, oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me


Won't you tell him please to put on some speed
Follow my lead, oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me

Someone to watch over me

Why this is a song on my heart, I cannot figure out.  But, it is.

Of course, reality is in my heart.  Jesus, is the person I have to watch over me. 

He provides for all my needs and helps me, daily.  Just as God told us in Psalm 121:2, "My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth."

There are times when I wonder what I would do without Him in my life.  After all, life isn't easy.  And, it's not kind. 

But, God loves us.  He loves us so much that even before we were born, He provided for us. 

He knows the end from the beginning.  And, He alone, knows the plans He has for us.  Plans to help us, and not harm us... to give us hope and a future.

I praise God for His promises to us!

Until next time...

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Friday, June 28, 2013


If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that I was rather upset about how our world is changing.  Changing, for the worse.

Maybe I should have written more in my entry, but I prefer to think the entry was long enough in volume.  Besides, I like to write with reference to an issue, and relate Biblically to it. 

Then, write another day, in another entry, about other related issues.

For this entry, I thought I should write in a more positive manner, about how God is in control.  And, what He expects of us, who belong to Him.

I am happy to tell you, about a Facebook (FB) friend who read yesterday's LwL entry.  The person could tell that I was truly affected negatively about the sinfulness that was permitted, that will affect everyone at some point in the future.

My FB friend that commented, beat me to it!  What I mean is, they commented about what I intended to write about in today's LwL entry.  Thank you, friend

Here's the comment the person posted on my wall, prior to a list of Bible verses they included:

"Hey you...

I'm stopping in to enc
ourage you... Since we know God doesn't change that means His mercies are still new every morning, and just as equal to His wrath is His Love... It's a disturbing decision yesterday, but it is OUR PURPOSE, to bring heaven to earth. I fear that if you fall prey to hating what the world has become you may lose a bit from God's intent for us."

Then, many Bible verses followed.  As the comment came to an end, this was what was posted (I quoted the KJV, as I normally do):  Matthew 5:43-46, "Ye have heard that it hath been said, Thou shalt love thy neighbour, and hate thine enemy.
44 But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you;
45 That ye may be the children of your Father which is in heaven: for he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust.
46 For if ye love them which love you, what reward have ye?"

Once again, I must thank my FB friend for the loving Christian comment.  It showed me that even in this sinful world, there are people/fellow Christians who care about and for others.  Just as this person had caring concern for me.  May God bless you, my friend!

How thankful I am that great minds think alike.  It was my plan to use verse 44, in today's entry.  But instead, after reading what they commented to me, I decided to quote what was posted by my FB friend.

It is amazing how God works.  Especially since I may hate what was done, but not the people involved.  For them, I feel sorry.  And, I pray for them...

How grateful I am that He has provided friends for me, who are of a similar mindset.  In addition, I feel blessed that He provided me/us with direction, as to how He would have us live.

Where is it?  It's all in His Word, the Bible.

Thank You, Lord.  Not just for loving us, but also for providing encouragement, whenever we need it.  In every facet of our lives. 

Until next time...

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Thursday, June 27, 2013

Different & Disgusted...

Hopefully, you've read Life with Lynnie (LwL) long enough to know that I am a born-again Christian.  I'm a Christian that holds fast to the truth of God's Word, the Bible.

Well, today's LwL entry is different from what I've been writing about, lately.  Very different.

Without going into much detail, I can only say, without vomiting online, how disgusted I am with yesterday's USA's Supreme Court decision to strike down the Defense of Marriage Act.

The Huffington Post published the following article:  Obama On Gay Marriage Rulings:  President Applauds Supreme Court Decisions :

President Barack Obama reacted Wednesday to the Supreme Court's decision striking down the Defense of Marriage Act and invalidating Proposition 8 by releasing the following statement:
I applaud the Supreme Court’s decision to strike down the Defense of Marriage Act. This was discrimination enshrined in law. It treated loving, committed gay and lesbian couples as a separate and lesser class of people. The Supreme Court has righted that wrong, and our country is better off for it. We are a people who declared that we are all created equal – and the love we commit to one another must be equal as well. This ruling is a victory for couples who have long fought for equal treatment under the law; for children whose parents’ marriages will now be recognized, rightly, as legitimate; for families that, at long last, will get the respect and protection they deserve; and for friends and supporters who have wanted nothing more than to see their loved ones treated fairly and have worked hard to persuade their nation to change for the better.
So we welcome today’s decision, and I’ve directed the Attorney General to work with other members of my Cabinet to review all relevant federal statutes to ensure this decision, including its implications for Federal benefits and obligations, is implemented swiftly and smoothly.
On an issue as sensitive as this, knowing that Americans hold a wide range of views based on deeply held beliefs, maintaining our nation’s commitment to religious freedom is also vital. How religious institutions define and consecrate marriage has always been up to those institutions. Nothing about this decision – which applies only to civil marriages – changes that.
The laws of our land are catching up to the fundamental truth that millions of Americans hold in our hearts: when all Americans are treated as equal, no matter who they are or whom they love, we are all more free.

God told us in His Word, the Bible... that He is the same yesterday, today and forever.

Don't believe me?  Then, read it for yourself in Hebrews 13:7-9, "Remember them which have the rule over you, who have spoken unto you the word of God: whose faith follow, considering the end of their conversation.
Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and to day, and for ever.
Be not carried about with divers and strange doctrines. For it is a good thing that the heart be established with grace; not with meats, which have not profited them that have been occupied therein."

He will never change.  He will always stand firm letting us know that marriage is between one man and one woman.  Nothing more; nothing less.  Not Adam and Steve; nor Ava and Eve.

Yet, we are living in such a sinful world, that there are people who claim they are Christian, yet go against what God teaches, and agree with the evilness that took place by making gay marriage legal.  Not just in USA, but also, here in Canada and elsewhere.

And, there are people who claim to be Christian, who teach/preach such lies.  Yes, lies.  A false gospel, according to God's Word, the Bible.  Not according to me.

While reading the Huffington Post's online publication of the article, I noticed that there was absolutely nothing written speaking up against what had been done.  Nor, have I seen anything that shows what the Huffington Post's doctrinal ideas/beliefs are, so that others can know what they stand in support of.  It made me wonder if possibly the publication is not truly Christian in nature, much like those who are teaching/preaching a false gospel.  After all, most Christian sites comment with regards to God and His Word.

Only God knows for sure.  I'm certainly glad I don't have to make that judgement.

Even so, I must say that reading about this evilness, and seeing people who call themselves Christian stand up in support of this, made me wonder if I should be happy to be in the position I've found myself in, lately.  Meaning, possibly leaving this world.

For sure, I can say... I absolutely hate what this world has become.

It's not shocking.  After all, God did tell us that in the end times, it would be like in the time of Noah.  And, it certainly is like in the time before God destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah. 

Evil.  Truly evil.  Truly against God's Word.  And, all I/we can do about it, is speak up... and pray.

Until next time...

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Wednesday, June 26, 2013

In and Out...

Lately, here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), I've been writing about how grateful I am to those who are supportive of me.  And, about how I wish to continue doing work for my Lord, even through this horrid ordeal I've been experiencing.

There is something I find many people ask me, both online and during real-life conversations.  It is:  How are you feeling?

If I were in their shoes, I would be asking that question, also.  The trouble is, I never quite know how to answer!

At the present time, I feel no differently than I have over the past few weeks.  With no real change evident, it's difficult to know if I'm improving, getting worse, or staying the same.

With no regular testing done, it makes it even more difficult for me or indeed anyone to know if I am experiencing any change.

Therefore, the only response I can give is that I feel no differently.


Truly, I wish there was a way for me to tell if I am getting worse.  Meaning, if the infection inside me that is life-threatening is spreading, or not.

There is something I am in two (2) minds about.  It is that I am no longer taking super-antibiotics intravenously (by IV).

On one (1) hand, I feel badly that I cannot be kept on them, in an effort to fight the infection, that is a difficult thing to do.  On the other hand, I am happy I am no longer having to be hooked up and receiving that medication 24 hours per day.

The thing that concerns me, is whether or not the by-mouth antibiotics that I am taking are strong enough to prevent the spreading of the infection, to my inner organs.  Again, I must say that the only thing I can truly do at this time, is to trust God.

There is something I am happy about.  I only have to take this latest medication, once per day!

After my first couple of days off the IV and on the by-mouth antibiotics, I called my pharmacist.  She confirmed to me that I am able to once again take my vitamins and minerals. 

For this I praised God!

After all, it's been quite a while since I have been able to take them.  And, I believe in my heart, they will assist my body in fighting off this infection. 

Think of it this way:  the better my immune system functions, the easier it will be to fight off the infection

For whatever reason, while in hospital and while on some forms of medication, I haven't been allowed to take what I believe will assist in my healing.  And, since I am looking to my Lord to provide healing, I know He uses any way possible to provide what we need.

He tells us that to Him, what medication or foods we put inside ourselves, doesn't really matter.  It won't make us any better people. 

Instead, He's made it clear that it is what comes out of us, that is the problem.

Just as He told us in Matthew 15:10-11, "And he called the multitude, and said unto them, Hear, and understand:  Not that which goeth into the mouth defileth a man; but that which cometh out of the mouth, this defileth a man."

How I praise God for these verses!  How I praise God that He has made it clear that nothing that goes into our bodies through our mouths, can affect us, in reality.

How grateful I am that He has shown us that it is clearly what comes out of us, the defines whether or not we are a clean vessel!

By what we say or do, we can be found to be filled with the Holy Spirit, or not.  How great is this!

Yes, God knows whether or not each and every one of us are truly saved.  He alone, knows the truth about us.

Yet, it isn't difficult for people to see and hear what comes out of our every day life.

If you are not yet saved, please know that without salvation, you will not enter heaven.  God told us so, in His Word, the Bible.

As I pray for you,  please... read and/or listen to the Bible.  The New Testament, to begin with. 

Here you'll read/hear about God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit and will gain knowledge into the way to gain entry into heaven, for eternity... by trusting in Jesus Christ, and in Him alone, for your salvation.

Hopefully, there will come a time when we will meet each other, there in heaven.  And, rejoice!

Until next time...

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Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Going Forth...

In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I wrote about how thankful I am for the love and support I've received from friends who love and care for me.

Please realize that not everyone I know has done this.  One person comes to mind (who shall remain nameless), who claims to be a follower of Christ, yet does not ever show it.

Even so, I try to not focus on negative things.  I'd rather not feel sad.

Instead, I feel I must focus on positive things, people and circumstances. 

Like a good friend of mine, M.  I must take a moment to thank her, for she has experienced much surgery, herself. 

She sent me an e-mail, containing information regarding a surgeon in the Toronto area.  She asked if this was the physician my surgeon/doctor had originally referred me to.

Reading the e-mail shocked me. 

I replied that the surgeon she wrote to me about, with a positive comment about his work, was indeed NOT the surgeon I had been referred to, by my current surgeon.  The surgeon in Toronto that I had been referred to by my current surgeon is apparently changing his practice, and is unable to help me.

In my response, I let M know that the surgeon discussed in the e-mail, was actually the surgeon I referred to my surgeon/doctor. 

How grateful I was that M sent this to me!  This was the first time I had heard anything positive from a patient of his!

Now, the question remains... who will do my surgery?

lol (this means laugh out loud)!  Only God knows! 

When I think about how my friend M found the same surgeon as I had found... and, about how I had previously given his name to my current surgeon/doctor, I can only smile.  And, chuckle!

Well, it's either laugh, or cry.  And, what good does crying do?!

No.  I do not want to focus on the negative part of this trial, even though it would be easy to do so. 

Even if we have not yet had a reply from the Toronto surgeon, in question, I prefer to think positively.  That's one reason why I continue to write LwL entries. 

It would be so easy to just say that I cannot do this anymore, and focus on feeling sorry for myself.  However, this is not what I believe God would have me do.

So, I keep on writing.  Waiting.  And, trusting Him.

My intention is to continue doing my work for the Lord.  While I may write about my life's circumstances, it's not to elevate me in any way.

My focus is on Him.  My God, who has told us to continue working for Him, even in the low times of our lives.

Just as He did, in Psalm 126:5-6, "They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.  He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him."

Even though this is a heartbreaking and somewhat tearful time of my life, I will continue planting seeds for Christ. 

Everywhere I go.  In everything I do.  Including writing entries here on LwL.

At this time, I must thank those who have contacted me, letting me know that they have been encouraged through my writings. 

With regards to the gospel that I preach/teach everywhere I go, I know that God will water those seeds planted.  And, although I may not necessarily see the end results in my lifetime, I know that eventually, I will rejoice over the reaping of the harvest.

Until next time...

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Monday, June 24, 2013


After writing recently in Life with Lynnie (LwL) about being encouraged by a Facebook (FB) friend and fellow blogger of Views of My Life, other FB friends began to contact me, letting me know that they were supporting me.

I praised God for this!  After all, the roller coaster feeling about my life and the problem of needing surgery, as soon as possible, by a surgeon specially trained and available to help me, has been a rather difficult problem to deal with.

Even though I do my best to stay positive.  As I've said before, I have my moments where I feel rather low in spirit.  Especially, since my surgeon/doctor has not yet found a qualified surgeon that can see me, soon.

It may sound like I'm carrying on like an unsaved person, but I must say that living alone, and rarely having anyone visit, isn't easy. 

Especially being a widow, the four (4) walls I have been forced to look at 24 hours per day for the past 10 months, hasn't been easy.  No one to pray with.  No one to hold hands with.  No one to look into my eyes and tell me they love me.

I'm grateful that my mortgage broker friend Mary Ann Lehmann, her husband R, and son R, came to visit me, recently. 

It made me feel good to think that they weren't afraid of spending time with me.  I'm grateful that I am not contagious, so there's nothing to worry about, in that respect.  Thank you, my friends.  You were the first visitors in a long time.  May God bless you.

I am grateful for being able to go online. 

More FB friends began lifting me up in prayer.  And, providing encouragement in various ways. 

One loving sister in the Lord posted a song on Youtube entitled, Meav:  The Calling.  It's a beautiful song.  Here's a LINK so you can listen... and enjoy it!

In addition, I'm grateful for real life friends who have phoned me, regularly.  Especially since some calls are long distance in nature.

For sure, I'm thankful for my family members who have been helpful to me, especially when I couldn't drive.

There's definitely someone I cannot leave out. 

I am thankful for my Lord.  Without Him in my life, I couldn't make it through life's struggles.  Especially, this current trial.

As I'm sure you're aware, life hasn't been easy for me.  Even though I have my times when I need encouragement, I do my best to focus on Jesus.

And, give thanks, just as God told us to in 1 Thessalonians 5:18, "In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you."

Even though I am experiencing the worst trial of my life, I know that God is with me.  He's always provided for me in the past, and I am trusting for Him to provide for me, now.

Thank You, Lord!  I know I couldn't get through this life, without You!

Until next time...

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Sunday, June 23, 2013

The Truth...

Anyone who reads Life with Lynnie (LwL) fairly regularly, or knows me personally, knows that I love God.

And, today is SONday.  My Lord's Day!

On the day when we honour Him, since I've not been well, I usually worship and/or listen to preachers/teachers either on the radio, television or on the internet.  Today, is no different.

I am truly thankful for this day. 

God provided it as a day of rest, for us.  Even if we need to work on this day, as long as we use one day, to not just rest, but honour Him, it's okay.

It always makes me think about how blessed we are.  And, how blessed I truly am!

The other day, my daughter P made a posting on Facebook (FB) that was different.  Extremely, unique.  A real blessing.

Since she posted it for all to see, I am reposting here, so you can see what she wrote:

"You wouldn't believe what happened to me today..... I was thanking one of the school heads today and they thanked me!!!! Me!!!! I was confused and he informed me a family member was sick, and he wondered how he would care for a special child... And he thought of me! He thanked me for being a great parent. Standing up for him when needed, working side by side with the school, for Always being involved! Oh i cried with him!!!!!! Trust me it wasn't easy but it was extremely nice to be recognized!!"

Believe me when I say that I was happy for her.  If you knew what was behind all this, you'd understand why.

You see, my daughter has had her hands full, just dealing with her own life, considering she has her own disability and health concerns.  In addition, she is raising children with serious health problems and special needs.

I praise God for my daughter, P.  She's done so well!  How proud I am of her! 

Not just because she's managed to deal with her own life's concerns, but also because she's been a great mom to her children.  My grandchildren.  For this, I am truly grateful to God!

Congratulations, P! 

I am so very thankful that you were recognized by a school official, for being the great mom that you are.  My heart feels like it wants to burst, just thinking that for once in your life, that someone unrelated to you, truly honoured you by speaking truth, concerning you being a mom.

Whenever I think of the truth about any situation, just hearing the word truth, reminds me of my Lord, Jesus Christ.

Then, I usually think of John 14:6, "Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me."

When I think of the truth of that Bible verse, I think about how some people are being misled.  Some people believe that all roads lead to God.  But, they don't. 

God's Word, the Bible, is clear.  There is no other way to God.  There is only one (1) way to God.  And, that is... by trusting in Jesus Christ.

If you are not trusting in Jesus Christ for your salvation, please read the New Testament portion of the Bible.  Begin reading in the book of John.

After all, faith cometh by hearing and hearing by the Word of God (Romans 10:17).

Until next time...

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Saturday, June 22, 2013


Here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), I wrote yesterday about having a myriad of emotions, once again.  After all, life has truly been like a roller coaster, lately. 

The emotional ride didn't end, where I left off though.

After talking with my surgeon on Tuesday, my nurse arrived.  This was after I called to her to let her know what my surgeon had told me to do, so she would know whether she was changing my intravenous bag, etc., or removing me from the set up.  From now on, I'll see her every second (2nd) day.

Part of my nurse's work will be to maintain the PICC line. 

My surgeon felt it was better to leave it in my arm, than to remove it.  This way, if the new surgeon wants me put on some sort of medication, it's available.  The precaution is also so that my vein won't collapse and not be available for future use.

My nurse wrapped my arm, where the PICC line is located.  This way, I can have a shower.  Praise God!

During our discussions, she let me know she had checked out the website of the surgeon in USA.  The one that I had mentioned to my current surgeon/doctor about.

She told me that she thought he was exactly what I need.  And, we agreed that if a competent surgeon isn't available soon, I should look into going to USA.

After all, I'm still waiting to hear about this other surgeon that I told my current surgeon about, on Monday.  So far, no response has been received.

I let her know what my surgeon had said, claiming that our Ontario Health Insurance Plan (OHIP) wouldn't allow me to have the surgery done, there.  My nurse commented that as a physician, my surgeon/doctor may not be able to get approval from OHIP.

She let me know there is an online form available.  Apparently, on the form, I would need to let them know that as per what my surgeon has told me, there are no available surgeons to do the surgery soon, that I need.

My first thought was... what??!!   I silently thanked God, hearing that I could apply myself, even though I was shocked!

Then, my mind flashed back. 

I went through this before my husband's death.  In that situation, we had been told that without a specialist's, in his case a neurosurgeon's signature, it would not be approved.  And, we couldn't get a neurosurgeon to sign for him.

Hmmm... it may come down to whether or not my surgeon will sign the form, for me.

If I have to use this form, it will be the truth.  And, I'll be grateful to have this to use.  Even if there is no guarantee that OHIP will cover the cost.

It's all in God's hands. 

Thinking about how I trust my Lord, I thought about 1 John 5:14, "And this is the confidence that we have in him, that, if we ask any thing according to his will, he heareth us:"

Yes, I have confidence in my Great Physician.  And, I know that when I pray to Him, I pray that it is His will that is done, not mine.

And, I'm grateful that since I belong to Him, He hears my prayers.  For me, and for you... if you belong to Him.

Of course, the hardest part is waiting for the answer!

Until next time...

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Friday, June 21, 2013

Even Our Faith...

Yesterday, I wrote in my Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, about my discussions with my surgeon/doctor, regarding finding a qualified and available surgeon to do the dangerous, yet necessary surgery I need to have done.

When our conversation ended on Monday, my surgeon let me know he would call me on Tuesday.  He was hoping to have heard from the doctor he referred me to.  And, he would let me know about whether or not I would continue to receive super-antibiotics intravenously (by IV), or not.

Tuesday afternoon, we spoke again by telephone.

To begin with, my surgeon/doctor let me know he was glad I had given him the name of another surgeon in the Toronto area.  It turned out that the surgeon he had referred me to was changing his practice, and was not going to be able to do my surgery.  And, I was told that he had now made a referral to the surgeon I had told him about.

Sigh... I once again felt a myriad of emotions. 

Sad, the surgeon couldn't help me.  Happy, that my surgeon was glad for the info I had given him.  Stressed over the fact of not yet having someone to do the surgery I need.

He also let me know that he had just hung up from speaking with the infection specialist.  They agreed to let me know that I had to stop receiving the super-antibiotic intravenously (by IV).

Instead, I was placed on strong antibiotics to be taken by mouth.

No, it won't heal me.  But, the idea is that they are hoping these antibiotics will help prevent the infection inside my gut, from spreading.

Before our phone conversation ended, my surgeon/doctor let me know that he will see me next week.  He also let me know that if I have any problems with pain, swelling, or leaking, etc., I should go directly to the emergency room (ER) at the hospital.

He told me that if I went to the ER department, I would have to let them know that my surgeon/doctor advised me to tell them that we have run out of out-patient options.  They would have to keep me in hospital, again.

This time, my case would be considered to be CRITICAL CARE

Be still my heart.  I couldn't even sigh...

All I could do, was pray.  And, that's what I did.

After all, God told us that we can overcome the problems of this world.  And, I need to continue to trust Him.

He told us in 1 John 5:4, "For whatsoever is born of God overcometh the world: and this is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith."

When I feel confronted with more issues that affect my life negatively, I remind myself that Jesus suffered, here on earth.  And, He overcame the world.

In addition, He told us that we can overcome.  It is victory obtained through our faith.

I decided then and there, I would keep the faith.  And, believe God would find a way where there isn't one, to heal me.

I love my Lord.  And, no matter what happens to me, I will continue to love Him.  And, trust in Him.

Until next time...

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Thursday, June 20, 2013

Monday's Dilemma...

In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I wrote about locating a couple of surgeons that I thought may be suitable for the surgery I need.

When I spoke by telephone with my current surgeon/doctor on Monday afternoon, he told me that he had already made a referral to a surgeon, in Toronto.  And, he gave me his name.

I mentioned to him that I had done some searching and had come up with the name of a surgeon in the Toronto area, also.  I truly thought he would be happy that I was assisting in trying to locate someone who is not only capable, but accessible, soon.

Instead, my surgeon was upset with me.  Sigh...

After some discussion, I agreed to wait and hear back from the physician he had made a referral to.  And, only if he couldn't see me soon enough, did my surgeon/doctor agree to consider the surgeon I had located in the Toronto area.

In addition, I told him about locating a surgeon in USA.  Once again, he sounded rather annoyed.

I'm sure that I'm a rare breed of person, researching to help locate a surgeon.  After all, our healthcare system doesn't allow us to contact specialists, directly.

A referral has to be made by a general practitioner (GP), another specialist, or by hospital physicians.  Period.  No ifs, ands, or buts.

He made it clear that our Ontario Health Insurance Plan (OHIP) would NOT cover the cost of my surgery, outside our province.

Once again, I felt like I was in shock!  Why not?... is what I thought, and asked, while commenting that I read about people in my city being taken to Detroit, MI, USA for treatment and/or surgery. 

My surgeon replied that some people with heart concerns or some other issues have been granted permission.  But, for my condition and required surgery, OHIP would not give permission.

Sigh...  Although I didn't comment aloud, in my mind, I thought to myself... Here we go again, battling the Glass Wall of our healthcare system, that contributed to my husband Gordon's death. 

Now, it's me who will possibly lose my life, due to the Glass WallSeeing treatment, but not being able to access it.  Unless of course, God makes a way where there isn't one.

I prayed.

And, a Bible verse came to mind.  1 Corinthians 10:13, "There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it."

Believe me when I say I was tempted to lose my temper over this heartbreaking situation.  But, I didn't. 

God gave me the strength to stay calm, and friendly, with my surgeon/doctor.  Even after getting off the phone, I didn't fall apart.

I believe it is because He made a way for me to cope with the situation, by trusting in Him, and in His Word that directs our path.

I realize I must remain faithful and trust God. 

I believe Him.  And, I believe His Word.  He will make a way for me, to be able to bear this situation.  I'm trusting Him for this.

In the meantime, I will take a deep breath once again, and pray.

Until next time...

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Wednesday, June 19, 2013


In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I wrote about being encouraged by a Facebook (FB) friend who writes a blog, listed here on LwL's blog reading list entitled, Views of My Life.

How grateful I am that God knew my need. 

In addition to being encouraged by the song I posted about yesterday, I received a telephone call on Saturday evening.  My cousin, who lives in Arizona, USA called me.

After some discussion about my health situation, she suggested I check out doctors at the Mayo Clinic system. 

At first, I wondered if this was an okay thing to do, because we in Canada, do not have any of their clinics, here.  And, there isn't one near where I live.

Sunday, after worshipping with Christian broadcasting on television (tv), I spent about two and a half (2 1/2) hours doing computer research, in an effort to locate surgeons suitable for my needs.

Believe me when I say it wasn't easy.  Sure, I could locate all kinds of surgeons!  The trouble was, not all are experienced at what I need done.

Many surgeons were listed at the various locations, with some listing hernia surgery as a specialty. 

Hmmm... at first this might sound good, but a thought came to mind.  My surgeon does hernia surgery.  Yet, he is not qualified to do what I need done. 

That's why he needs to find a capable surgeon, and one that is available as soon as possible!

Feeling rather drained after doing all that research, I decided to just 'google:  surgeon to remove hernia mesh'.  I was shocked to see a response other than a general site.

A Youtube video showed up as a response.  It showed a patient and his surgeon.  The fellow talked about what a great job the surgeon did for him.

When I heard that the surgeon not only removed the mesh, but was able to reconstruct to give the fellow hernia repair at the same time, I was elated!  Why?

Well, my surgeon had told me that he thought I would need to have the mesh removed in one surgery.  And, after a couple or more years, either have major surgery once again, to have mesh placed inside me again, or continue to suffer painfully with hernia-related problems.  He didn't think that any kind of reconstructive surgery could be done at the time of mesh removal. 

I can't tell you how excited I was watching that Youtube video!  I saw on his shirt, the name of the doctor, and 'googled' it, because the video didn't give any information regarding who the surgeon was, or how to contact him.

Praise God!  And, I thanked God that I found his website! 

In addition to doing hernia surgery through the traditional insurance systems in USA, this surgeon long ago recognized that there are many people who do not have insurance coverage.  Yet, they need surgery.

So, he created his own business and website.  Here is a LINK to:  No Insurance Surgery, in case you'd like to check it out.

In my heart, I felt that this was the surgeon to do the surgery I need done.  Absolutely!  He was experienced at removing mesh, which is very dangerous surgery.  And, he reconstructs, at the same time!

A low feeling came over me.  He's in USA.  I'm in Canada.  He probably wouldn't help someone who wasn't American. 

To my surprise, he has!  People from various countries have utilized his services.  I praised God, with tears flowing.

The next question is:  will I be able to afford to have this done?  Or, will our Ontario Health Insurance Plan (OHIP) cover the cost for this surgeon to do what I need done?

I prayed.  And, prayed.  And... prayed.

On Monday morning, another thought came to mind.  If OHIP won't allow me to go out of my province, even to save my life, I should try to locate someone, here.

I called Shouldice hernia clinic, north of Toronto.  Originally, I had hoped to have them help me, but they only handle certain types of surgery.  And, mine wasn't one of them.

I knew that they don't do surgeries to remove mesh.  But, in my mind, I thought they may know of a surgeon in the Toronto area, capable of doing what I need done.

To my surprise, they called me back... giving me the name of a surgeon.  The woman let me know that he was a busy surgeon, so she couldn't guarantee that he would be available soon enough to help me.  Even so, I thanked the woman on the phone, and blessed her! 

Once again, I praised God. 

Not just for providing the name of a surgeon for me, but for answering my prayer.  Just as He told us in James 5:15, "And the prayer of faith shall save the sick, and the Lord shall raise him up; and if he have committed sins, they shall be forgiven him."

How thankful I am that God loves me... His child.  How thankful I am that He provides.  Always.

If you are not yet saved, I pray that it is God's will to save you.  Believe upon the Lord, Jesus Christ, and you shall be saved (Acts 16:11).

Until next time...

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Tuesday, June 18, 2013

On The Sparrow...

On Saturday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I posted information I had faxed to my surgeon/doctor. 

If you read what was written, you'll know that I requested that if he could not locate a qualified doctor in the Toronto area, who could do my needed surgery immediately, that he should contact OHIP (Ontario Health Insurance Plan) and request permission for them to pay to have me be sent out of province and/or Canada.

Whether or not OHIP will actually do this, is another story.

I must admit, that when I have heard about this happening with the odd situation, I was happy for the person involved.  But, I was also heartbroken for me.

If you have read my book, Love Never Fails You... you'll be aware that I fought the system and tried everything in my power, to obtain permission to take Gordon out of Canada, to have either Gamma Knife or Cyber Knife Radio Surgery done on him.

This treatment that would have blown apart the tumour he had in the centre of his head, sitting on his brain stem, was only available in Canada in three (3) cities.  In addition, it was only available to those who were confirmed cancer patients. 

Believe me when I say there are people here in Canada, who could not be confirmed cancer patients.  Like Gordon.  After all, he couldn't have done the necessary biopsy, for the same reason he couldn't have surgery.  It would have left him a vegetable.

The only alternative treatment for Gordon, was to take him out of the country.  Michigan was the closest place where it was available, but if that couldn't have been, I would have taken him to China, India, or anywhere on this earth.

But, it didn't happen.  Our system didn't help him.  As I wrote in my book, I felt that we were facing a Glass Wall.  We could see treatment, but couldn't access it.

It's possible that now I will face that same situation.

In my opinion, the chances of me being helped through our OHIP system, are slim. 

Anyone who knows me, will understand when I say that I believe our healthcare system is good.  But, only if you have the flu, or are ill with something simple.  It seems that anyone facing a difficult situation, seems to get lost in the system.  The loss is then buried.  And, forgotten.

Then again, nothing is impossible for God.  He may make a way where there isn't one for me, to be taken where the surgery I need can be done, immediately.

Time will tell.

To be sure, God will provide.  One way or another.

Please, do not think I am terrified of dying.  I'm not.  I know where I'll go, once my life has ended on this earth.

Does this mean I feel I am ready to go?  It's not that I wouldn't want to go be with my Lord, Jesus Christ, but I feel like my work here on earth is not finished, yet. 

He may feel differently.  If He does, I won't be here, long.

I believe a Facebook (FB) friend of mine, who is a fellow blogger who writes Views of My Life, could tell I needed encouragement, Saturday evening.  He posted a link to a song sung by Ethel Waters entitled, His Eye Is On The Sparrow.

As I listened to the song, I thought about verses in the Bible that spoke about this very thing:  Matthew 6:25-33, "Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the body than raiment?
26 Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?
27 Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature?
28 And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:
29 And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
30 Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?
31 Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed?
32 (For after all these things do the Gentiles seek:) for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things.
33 But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you."

I thank my FB friend who sent me the link for the song.  I appreciated the encouragement.

And, I thank each and every relative and friend, in real life and through the internet, for the loving Christian support and prayer that I have been receiving.

May God bless each and every one of you.

Sooner or later, God will reveal to us, what will happen to me.  Will my life continue?  Or, not? 

Until we know the answer, I will carry on seeking first the kingdom of God and all it's righteousness.

Until next time...

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Monday, June 17, 2013

Roller Coaster...

If you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) recently, you'll know that my health hasn't been good.  And, I've been under much stress.  Especially, since hearing that I need surgery as soon as possible.  Rather dangerous surgery.

When I first found out about my physical situation, I found it rather shocking.  Then, I began to feel a bit upset and hurt.

Why did I feel hurt?  I wondered why I had been left so long that infection surrounded the mesh inside me.  Why hadn't any of the medical healthcare people I had regular contact with, even consider that I might have picked up a staph infection, during surgery?

Now, I am actually finding myself feeling angry, at times.

On this past weekend, I felt a myriad of feelings.  These feelings came and went so quickly, that I felt like I was on a roller coaster.

One minute I was okay with my situation.  The next, I found myself once again feeling like I was in shock.  Then, hurt.  Angry.  This went on and on, all weekend.

In the midst of all this emotional turmoil, I found myself praying and trusting God. 

I know He's with me.  But, I must admit, that I wondered from time, if His will is to heal me... or, not.

One thing I realize, is that all these feelings are absolutely normal.  They are all part of the grieving process that people go through.

Some people think that we humans only grieve when we lose a loved one, to death.  But, this isn't really the case.

People who are injured grieve the loss of their physical ability.  And, sometimes grieve the loss of their lifestyle.  Especially since most people's lesser ability to function physically, sometimes affects their financial life.

Married people, who find themselves alone, due to marriage break-up, quite often go through the same thing.

Of course, people like me, who have found themselves battling a physical condition that affects their lives, go through the same thing.  For many reasons.

During the course of this weekend, I found myself crying, from time to time.  As I said earlier, I felt rather emotional.

Then, I would take a deep breath.  And, pray.  The result being that I felt better.  Calmer.  More in control of myself. 

And, of course, I felt more secure knowing that my Lord, is with me, always.

I'm praying that these feelings of security, through Jesus' love for me, will help me reach the final stage of grief for myself, sooner.  I'm referring to the stage of grief, known as acceptance.

Ultimately, I know I will accept my situation.  And, I'll feel more calm, within me. 

Hopefully, it won't be long before I know better, what that situation will actually be.  Will I live, or will I not?  Will I suffer until I die, or not?

Until a conclusion has been reached, I need to deal with my physical emotions.  And also, continue to trust and lean on God. 

That's exactly what He told us in Proverbs 3:5-6, "Trust in the Lord with all your heart, And lean not on your own understanding;  In all your ways acknowledge Him,  And He shall direct your paths."

Yes, in my life, I've experienced much turmoil.  Some things I've written about.  Other things, I have not.

But, one thing I've done always, when faced with the issues of my life that felt like I'd be torn apart, is... trust in Him.

Now, I am waiting to see how God will direct my path.

Jesus loves me.  This I know, for the Bible tells me so.

If you do not read your Bible regularly, I would suggest you do so.  God provided it, not just so we would be able to know about the way for us to obtain salvation through trusting in Jesus, and what He expects from us, but we are also able to read, see, feel and understand His love for us.

Enjoy reading!

Until next time...

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Sunday, June 16, 2013

Happy Father's Day! & Congratulations, Z! Winter to Spring...

Before I begin today's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I would like to wish every dad, a very Happy Father's Day!

Hopefully, you've read LwL long enough, that you know I wrote and published a book entitled, Love Never Fails You...  Here is a link to find out about it:

It seems at least one of my grandchildren has inherited a family trait!

As some of you may know, my brother B has long since been a writer and photographer.  He's worked for newspapers, written and published books, and has even written for television and movies.

As for me, I never thought of myself as a published author, until I wrote Love Never Fails You... even though I had been writing LwL.  But, the truth is, I sort of was a published author and just never thought of it in those terms.

In high school, I had an article published in the school newspaper.  In retrospect, I should have kept a copy of it, but at the time, it seemed so unimportant, that I didn't do it.


But, now I can see how important it truly was.  It happened to my grandson!

Well, maybe not in the same way.  However, his school assisted him with a situation I never dreamed would happen.

Being in grade 7, he had a project to do for school.  Instead of doing what normally would be done, Z decided to do the project in a different way.

He used photographs.  And, he wrote poetry and short glimpses into the subject of each photo.

Not only did he receive an extremely high mark for his efforts, but his school principal decided to do something untraditional for him.  He obtained a quote as to the cost of publishing the project, making it into a book.  Z's book was published!

Here is my grandson Z, holding a copy of the book he wrote:
Winter to Spring...
Pictures, Poetry and Wonderings

Congratulations, Z!!

My daughter has a copy.  The principal has a copy, personally.  And, the school has a copy that they will be keeping in the library for all to read.  More copies are available, too.  I know I'll be getting one!

It was shocking hearing about this.  All I could think of was:  Wow!  Be still my heart!  After all, my grandson is only 12 years old.

It's only a smidgeon of what I feel, when I say I am very proud of Z.  May God bless you and make this the beginning of a lifetime of work that will be appreciated!

Of course, being proud of Z isn't the whole story.  I love him, with all my heart.  Just as I do all my other grandchildren.

Thinking about love... there is no love greater than the love God has for us.  He told us so, in John 3:16, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life."

What tremendous love God had for us, to send His only begotten Son, to die on a wooden cross, for the sin of the whole world, for all who will believe.

And, what tremendous love Jesus had for God the Father, and for us.  He gave Himself so that whosoever believeth in Him, should not perish, but have everlasting life.

How wonderful love, truly is.

Until next time...

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Saturday, June 15, 2013


If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that my surgeon/doctor was unable to arrange for immediate surgery in London, Ontario.

He promised to try and locate a capable, experienced surgeon to do the traumatic surgery I need to have done immediately, in Toronto.  Even so, both my daughter P and I commented that if he couldn't locate the right surgeon in Toronto, anywhere else would do.

Later, a thought came to my mind.  What if he didn't recall what P and I had mentioned during our conversation about arranging surgery for me, immediately?

After praying about this, I wrote and faxed the following letter to my surgeon/doctor's office.  This way, he would be reminded that I am willing to go anywhere to have this dangerous surgery done, by a surgeon fully capable.

Please know that I removed personal information, as it's not needed for you to see:

June 13, 2013


Ph: 519 xxx-xxxx  Fax: 519 xxx-xxxx

From: Lynn McKenzie

Ph & Fax: 519 xxx-xxxx


When my daughter P, and I were with you yesterday, you let us know that Dr. XXXXX in London, Ontario couldn't see me until November 5th, 2013, even though the surgery you feel I need is urgent and should be done, immediately.

You also let us know that you would search in Toronto for an experienced, qualified surgeon, capable of doing the traumatic surgery that needs to be done, as soon as possible.

After some thought, I was concerned. What if you couldn't find a suitable surgeon in Toronto, that could do the immediate surgery I require?

This is why I am faxing you this message.

If it turns out you cannot find an experienced, qualified surgeon in Toronto to do the traumatic surgery you said I need to have done immediately, then please consider this: If possible, contact OHIP, gain permission for them to cover the cost to send me out of Ontario, or out of Canada, if needed.

Rather than leave me in a physical situation where my life is threatened, surely OHIP will approve this.

If so, please search out the best qualified and experienced surgeon you can, anywhere they may be located.

Thank you for your assistance in this matter. I will look forward to hearing from you on xxxxx, as you said you would do.

May God bless you,


Lynn McKenzie

(my address)


As I said, after signing it, I faxed it to his office.  Then, on Friday, I called and made sure it was received by his office, since his office was closed on Thursday.

Knowing that I need this traumatic surgery done as soon as possible, I felt like I was looking to be rescued.

Rescued?  I need to be rescued?  I'm already rescued!

Thinking of this, brought to mind Psalm 50:14-15, "Offer unto God thanksgiving; and pay thy vows unto the most High:  And call upon me in the day of trouble: I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify me."

Even though that thought crossed my mind, I reminded myself that my Lord, Jesus Christ is the person who has already rescued me, for eternity.

As I'm sure you know, I give thanks to God, daily.   And, I call upon Him, in the day of trouble.  Trouble, like I'm facing, at this time.

Now, all I must do is wait for Him to deliver me.  Either through medical care, or by providing me with a miracle healing.

Just know this, no matter what happens, I will glorify Him.

Until next time...

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Friday, June 14, 2013

Perplexed? The Answer!

If you haven't yet read the last couple entries here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), I would suggest you do so.  This way, you'll have an understanding what has happened over the last few days.

As I wrote about, Tuesday was a very stressful day.

Since my surgeon/doctor's appointment was cancelled Tuesday, I was scheduled to see him, Wednesday.

In late morning on Wednesday, my daughter P picked me up, once again.  This time, she had her boyfriend with her.

Off we went, doing a little bit of shopping.  And, we picked up some lunch.

After doing another errand, we made it to my surgeon/doctor's office, for my scheduled appointment time.

This time, I waited, but not as long as the week before.  P and I were ushered into one of his examination rooms.

I say that tongue-in-cheek, because on this occasion, I did not get examined.  We discussed what was happening with my gut. 

Then, I asked if he had received info regarding the referral he made to London, to a surgeon who was experienced at doing what he had told me were traumatic surgeries.

In response, he told me he had received a fax.  And, he told me he spoke with the surgeon in London, Ontario.

He explained to me that another patient with a non-urgent situation had also been referred to the surgeon in London.  That person was to wait 14 months to see that doctor.

He also told us, that he spoke with the surgeon in an effort to get me to be seen by him, much earlier than what had been arranged.  Unfortunately, the surgeon insisted that the earliest he could see me would be in November.  November 5th, to be exact.


We discussed my CT scan.  He told me he didn't wait for the results.  Instead, he accessed the hospital's computer system and saw the scan.

I still have fluid around the mesh.

This didn't shock me, and I told him so.  After all, how could it have disappeared?  The drain hadn't worked while I was in hospital.  The female doctor (who sounded Muslim, from her name) he requested assistance from, hadn't done the procedure he wanted done.

And, my drain hadn't worked the whole time I had it, at home.  So, why would this be shocking???  It wasn't.

I spoke up about this and commented that since he had previously told me that as long as there was fluid around the mesh, the antibiotic treatment wouldn't work well.  So, I asked rhetorically, why had I even been on the IV antibiotics for the past three (3) weeks? 

Of course, being a rhetorical question, no answer was needed.

He also told us that he will be searching for a surgeon/doctor in Toronto, who is experienced and qualified to do the surgery I need.  Not just at some point in the future, but that I need to have happen, immediately.

We discussed what was happening.  And, about the super-antibiotics I am receiving, intravenously (by IV).  We agreed that I cannot stay on them. 

He confirmed that once I am removed from them, the infection can spread to all my organs.  And, if there too long, I can die.

Therefore surgery is needed, right away.

Hmmm... I stood up and spoke to my daughter, referring to prior to my surgery in 1994, when I had my abdominal cavity relined.  I spoke about how I had a huge lump hanging out, because I had nothing holding in my intestines inside me, except my skin.

And, commented that this is exactly how I will live, once again... if I were to live through what my surgeon/doctor had told us was surgery so dangerous that not everyone lives through it.  With one exception.  Now, I not only had to have that mesh removed, but all the mesh in my upper abdomen, from the hernia repair, also.


What a situation to be in.  I can suffer without treatment, until I die.  Or, I can die on the table, during surgery.  Or, I can live through the surgery and live in pain, and suffer until I eventually, die.


He said he will call me next week, and let me know what will be happening.

This time, shock was not the most obvious feeling I felt.  Instead, I was unnerved, about the situation. 

Once again, I felt almost angry inside.  My thoughts about why I had been left so long, before obtaining suitable treatment... and thoughts about why as a medical professional, he hadn't thought to test me for this MRSA last fall, made me feel sick to my stomach. 

After all, if my medical situation had been found out, shortly after my original surgery in September, it's possible that I wouldn't be in the situation I am in, today.

Like normal, feeling frustrated, I took a deep breath.  And, prayed.

Only this time, I wasn't even sure what to pray for.

That's when I thought about Romans 8:26, "Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered."

I thanked and praised God, that I don't need to have wisdom about what to pray for. 

God knows my needs, just as He knows yours.  And, the Holy Spirit intercedes with prayer for those of us who are saved.

In my perplexity, I was grateful.  And, thanked and praised my Lord, giving all the praise and glory, to Him.

Until next time...

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Thursday, June 13, 2013

Made Known...

If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that Tuesday was a stressful day.

The stress didn't end once I left the hospital.

Originally, I was scheduled to see my surgeon/doctor, but while I was at the hospital, I received a text message letting me know that my appointment was cancelled.  I would see him Wednesday, instead. 


This made me wonder what would happen with regards to me receiving the super-antibiotics intravenously.  And, I had finished taking the other super-antibiotics by mouth.

Here I was, hooked up to the pump, receiving a minimal amount of fluid.  And, it would run dry within a handful of hours.

What would happen, now?

I called my surgeon/doctor's office.  The receptionist told me she would contact him, and get back to me.

During a conversation with my nurse, she suggested I keep contacting the receptionist.  So, I did. 

After all, my nurse needed to see me.  Either she had to change the bag of fluid, or unhook me from the pump. 

Which was it to be?  I had no idea.

With not hearing back from the surgeon/doctor's office, my nurse came and unhooked me.

Eventually, the receptionist got back to me.  She told me I was to remain on the super-antibiotic and let me know that she had faxed the prescription to the drug store, in Amherstburg.

When I notified my nurse that she would have to return, she let me know she couldn't return unless the surgeon/doctor's office contacted both the government office of CCAC, and her company.  And, she let me know I needed to have the surgeon/doctor's office do this.

Being late in the afternoon, I was rather uptight, not knowing whether or not I would be able to reach the receptionist.  I did, praise God!

The receptionist let me know that she wasn't calling anyone, because the surgeon/doctor had not instructed her to do so.  Sigh...

I let her know that if she didn't do this, then the prescription would not be filled, and I would have no medication or nurse.  She told me to have my nurse call her. 

Immediately upon hanging up the phone, I notified my nurse.  She agreed to call the surgeon/doctor's office.

By early evening, the delivery of the IV bags, was made.  Then, I had to call my nurse and and her employment agency, to have her come out to my apartment, a second (2nd) time for the day.

Sigh... I knew this wouldn't go over well with CCAC, but I truly had no control over any of this situation.

All I could think of once this dilemma was resolved was... was any of this stressful situation really necessary?  Couldn't any of this been sorted out, before I was finished the last bag of my medication?

I prayed.

A thought came to mind.  After my CT scan, I asked the technician when my surgeon/doctor would receive the results.  I had been told, probably by the end of the week.  Unless he happened to be at the hospital.  If so, he could access it, through their computer system.

I began to wonder, if this is what happened.  I felt rather upset and anxious at the thought that possibly the results of the CT scan wasn't good.  And, maybe he knew it.

As I continued to pray, a Bible verse came to mind.  While some versions use the word 'anxious', the KJV that I normally quote, does not.  Philippians 4:6-8, "Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God."

I'm sure you realize I prayed for healing for myself.  And, for others.

As I prayed and gave thanks to God, even for this horrible situation, I felt myself once again calming down.

How grateful I am for God's Word.  In my heart, I believe this is one reason that He gave it to us.  This way, whenever we are anxious, heart-broken, or in need of support, we can draw on it.

At least, we can if we've read it and are able to recall what we need to remember, when we need it.

If you do not read God's Word, the Bible, then I will suggest you do so.  No one is guaranteed an easy life. 

All our help comes from our Lord.  Please... get to know what He said, and what He promised.  This way, you can receive the comfort you need, when you need it.

Just, as I do.

Until next time...

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Wednesday, June 12, 2013

CT Scan & Renewing...

If you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) for a while, you'll know that I haven't been well.  And, I needed to once again have another CT scan done.

Yesterday, was the day.

It was needed, because the drainage tube that had been removed from my gut last week, hadn't worked for several weeks.  And, testing was needed to clarify if I still had fluid around the mesh inside me, or not.

With regards to a CT scan, a friend sent me a link to an article posted online by The Windsor Star, Sunday, June 9, 2013, entitled, Dr. Gifford-Jones:  The radiation question.  Here is a LINK so you can read the article.

This rather negative article had given me some concern when I first read it.  But, after thinking and praying about it, I decided to ignore what had been written. 

Instead, I decided to trust Jesus.  For my healing.  For everything.

My daughter P picked me up early in the morning.  Upon arriving at the hospital, I was shocked to see the admitting office empty.  This was definitely a first, for me!

While there, I mentioned that I had a note from my home nurse, that my PICC line wasn't fully working.  I was told to mention it to the nurse for the CT scan department, since it seemed that it's function needed to be renewed, so it would work properly, 100%.

Within a few minutes I was called into an area where a nurse would discuss my situation, with me.

Instead of just asking me to undo my bra, I was asked to remove it.  Sigh...  I asked the nurse why I couldn't just undo it, and leave it on my body, since it would take major effort to try and get it off.

After all, in the past, I hadn't been required to remove it.  And, it took me what seemed like forever just to get it on in the first place.  Remember, I am hooked up intravenously to the pump system that I must wear.

She insisted I needed to remove it, so I did.  It took quite a while. 

I wasn't happy about having to do this for another reason.  There was a male patient seated only a few feet from where I was making this transition.  He was able to see everything I had to do, if he so desired.  And, so would anyone walking by the area, since it was like a room with only three (3) walls, open to the hallway.

To be honest, even though I am upset still about this, I've reached the point where I can only feel... who cares?  Did anyone?  Not really.  So, why should I?

As I was making the effort to do as she requested, I let her know that at the Admitting office, I was told to mention about my PICC line not working 100%.  She said she would check it out.

Well, she did.  Sort of.  She flushed the line that was not attached to my intravenous bag of super-antibiotic.  It wouldn't draw back.  Her response was that for their purposes, it didn't matter.  It seemed to work well enough for them to use it for the dye they would be injecting into me.

Hmmm... The purpose of my nurse writing that note wasn't just for them to be careful during the test I was to have.  The purpose was mainly so that my PICC line could be corrected and cleaned so that I wouldn't have any further problems with it.

The nurse didn't seem to care.  Nothing was done to ensure it was working 100%.

After having my CT scan done, I asked for help to get my bra back on.  I was told they wouldn't help.  I asked if I could unhook the pump system I have to carry around with me, and place it on a table there.

I was told that I could not use the table.  And, was escorted out of the CT room and told to go into the nearby washroom.

The washroom wasn't very clean.  And, in my mind, there was no way I was going to remove the pump system and place it down anywhere, there.  I had the same thoughts with regards to my t-shirt and bra.

After much fiddling around and frustration over about the next 20 minutes, I finally got myself dressed. 

Believe me when I say I wasn't happy to realize that the netting that is worn over the PICC line, fell on the floor of the washroom.  Knowing that if I picked it up and used it again, I might possibly open the door for further infection and/or germs, I left it there and walked out.

As my daughter and I were leaving the hospital, I told her how frustrated I felt.  Once again, I felt like no one cared.  Like I was just a number, or a piece of cattle, to be processed.

P told me about a woman who had talked with her and told her about how she herself, had almost died in that hospital.

My daughter was shocked hearing this woman tell her about what happened to her.  And, so was I, when she related this story to me.

Sigh... Okay, this story was hearsay, so I'm not going to tell you the details.  But, it came from the mouth of the woman who had the experience.  In my mind, I could not even consider that she would make up such a tale.  So, I accepted it as truth.  Her true experience.

Upon hearing about this, I felt terrible for the woman, and silently prayed... for her, and indeed for all who were in need of medical care.

Once home, as the afternoon progressed, thoughts about what I and others had experienced in that hospital upset me.  I found myself praying again.  And, feeling rather sad about how I felt like no one really cared, about anyone else.  Especially, those who were in need of medical assistance and/or care.

Thoughts about how evil this world truly is, overcame me.  I felt sad.  Low in spirit.

Until a friend of mine telephoned me.  This friend had been a nurse, years ago, but was no longer working in that capacity.  She told me that she agreed with all I had to say, with regards to how little people seem to care, in this world, today.

As the sadness lifted, I began thinking about Romans 12:2, "And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God."

Being born-again, I realize that it truly makes no difference what happens here in this world. 

Our lives here are temporary.  And, this world is not my home.

I praised my Lord.  And, I prayed.

Not just for me, that I would have my mind renewed, but I also prayed for others.  Not just for those in need of proper healthcare, but for those who work in the medical field.

First, and foremost, I pray that it is God's will to save each person, if they are not saved, already.  After all, there is nothing more important than salvation.

Yes, I know.  God told us that He wishes that none should perish.  But, He also told us that many will stand before Christ, in the day of judgment and be told... to get away from Him, for He never knew them. 

Biblical truth is this:  not everyone will be saved.

How is one saved?  Acts 16:31 tells us that we need to believe on the Lord, Jesus Christ, and we'll be saved.

If you are not yet saved, please trust in Jesus Christ, and in Him alone, for your salvation.  Today is the day.  You're not guaranteed, tomorrow.

Until next time...

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Tuesday, June 11, 2013

An Expected End...

If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that my nurse had a day off.  She was replaced by another nurse.  One that I like, very much.

My nurse was also off on Monday.  Once again, the same replacement nurse came to care for me.  For this, I praised God!

When she arrived, she made it clear that she would once again make every effort to get my PICC line working, completely.

Unfortunately, all the flushing she did once again, didn't work. While the saline solution entered okay, she wasn't able to withdraw blood through the lines.

She decided that we would need Heparin, to help clear the lines.  But, she didn't have authorization/permission or the drug with her.

Consequently, my PICC line is still not working 100%.

Even so, I'm grateful I am still able to receive the super-antibiotics I require.  24 hours per day.

After cleaning and redressing my abdominal wounds, my nurse discussed the fact that I will have to have telephone contact with my nurses.  And, she filled out some forms to take with me to my medical appointments.

We discussed the fact that I will be having a CT scan. 

We also discussed the issue of my PICC line and the work it needs done.

We discussed the issue of my medical appointment this week, with my surgeon/doctor.

Even though all this is to take place, we discussed the fact that no one knows yet whether or not my medical care will be continued.  Time will tell. 

After all, only God knows what my future holds.

Thinking of this brought to mind a Bible verse that is very familiar to most people.  Jeremiah 29:11, "For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end."

How grateful I am that God provided His Word, for me... and for you.

How thankful I am, that I was taught to read my Bible, regularly.  And, memorize verses.

How grateful I am, that as I live each moment of my life, I can draw on what God provided for us.  Exactly, for that reason.

How thankful I am, that God alone knows what He has planned for each of us.  And, that the plans He has are for our ultimate good.

Thank You, Lord.  I truly feel blessed! 

Until next time...

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Monday, June 10, 2013

Reaping Rewards?! (+ a link to: Won't Go Until...)

By now, I'm sure you're probably aware that I was in hospital for 15 days in May and wasn't able to write/publish any Life with Lynnie (LwL) entries. 

Since I've been home, I've not only written my usual daily entry, but also an entry to cover the time period when I was hospitalized.  This way, you would be able to read about when I was in hospital. 

Today, is the last day I need to write the additional entry.  Here is a LINK to May 24th's entry entitled, Won't Go Until...

With yesterday being my Lord's Day, SONday, I got up early enough to watch a Christian programme on television (tv) that I had hoped to see.

Afterwards, I got cleaned up and ready for my nurse to arrive.

My regular nurse was off today, so a replacement nurse came.  This woman is one of the best nurses I have ever had, while here at home.  

Believe me when I say I was grateful it was her coming to assist me.  Thank You, Lord!

Knowing that my regular nurse had some trouble with my PICC line, over the past few days, I was grateful to have this wonderful woman take a look, also.

After her flushing both tubes (catheters) on the PICC line, several times... she tried to draw blood.  It once again, didn't work.

I was asked to raise my arm with the PICC line, turn my head in the opposite direction... and cough as hard as I could. 

After doing this a few times, she again tested my PICC line to draw blood again.  It didn't work.

Still, since she had no trouble flushing the lines, she let me know that she agreed with my regular nurse that it was still okay to use these lines, even though they weren't working 100%.

Knowing that there wasn't a lot of antibiotic fluid left in the bag, I was grateful that I was aware that if the lines were seriously clogged like they had been just before I left the hospital, the bag would contain more fluid than normal.  Meaning that I wasn't getting the full daily dosage, if the line was clogged enough to prevent me from receiving the required amount.

This loving nurse thought about checking my abdomen.  After discussing the fact that I was only getting the wound area cleaned and redressed every second (2nd) day now, she decided to not remove the dressing.

She did feel around my gut.  And, much like my regular nurse, she agreed that there is still an area of swelling. 

We discussed the fact that even though I no longer had a drainage tube, it didn't mean I didn't need one. 

Knowing that I still had some pain, didn't make me happy.  Although, I am grateful that the majority of swelling has drastically been reduced!

Thinking about everything I've been through, sometimes brings tears to my eyes.  So, I try to not think about it.

Even so, after my nurse left, my gut was hurting somewhat, from being poked at.  Tears flowed, once again.

Much like I mentioned in May 24th's LwL entry, I thought about a Bible verse that stood out in my mind.  Psalm 126:5, "They that sow in tears shall reap in joy."

Whenever I have a nurse visit me for treatment, I am very loving to them.  I let them know I pray for them.  And, before they leave, I usually hug them, and bless them.

On Sunday, I did this.  Like I do every day.  Why?  Because, I know it is what God would have me do.

Even though I may have been tearful, I still wanted to plant those seeds for Christ.  One day, I am hoping to joyfully reap the rewards.

Until next time...

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Sunday, June 9, 2013

His Grace is Sufficient! (+ a link to: Perfect Weakness...)

If you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) lately, you'll know that I've not been well.  However, I've been home a couple of weeks now, after spending 15 days in hospital.

You're probably aware that in addition to writing and posting a daily entry, I have been writing an entry for the time when I was in hospital and not able to do so.  This way, you are better able to understand what transpired while I was hospitalized.

Here is a LINK to an entry I wrote and posted today, dated May 23nd entitled:  Perfect Weakness...

Since I've been home, I've had daily nursing care.  For this, I am grateful.

Not only did my nurse clean and maintain my PICC line and tubing on a daily basis, she also changed the bag of antibiotics that I carry around with me, at all times.  In addition, she cleaned and redressed my two (2) gut wounds.

Hmmm... some of you may not realize that I had two (2) wounds in my abdomen.  But, I did.

One was from the drainage tube that was removed last Tuesday, by my surgeon, at his office, not because it wasn't needed anymore, but rather, because it wasn't working.

The other, was from where I had been cut open, twice.  Both times, while in my private room #810, at the hospital.  In case you haven't read about this being done, here is a LINK to read about it.

Now that I'm home and no longer have the drainage tube, my wound care has changed somewhat.  Instead of having the wounds cleaned and redressed daily, it's being done every second (2nd) day.

Since I cannot easily see my wounds, since they are normally covered up, I trust my nurse to tell me how I'm doing.

She's made it clear that where I had the opening done by the surgeon/doctor, it's just about healed.

As for where the tubing had been coming out of my gut, apparently that area looks like it is scabbing over.

On the surface, that sounds good.  And, I pray it is.

You see, yesterday I had a fair amount of pain in my gut.  More than normal.

When my nurse cleaned and redressed me there, she told me it looked great.  Hopefully, it is doing well.  Only time will tell.

As I've said many times over, I am trusting my Lord... for everything in my life.  Including complete healing.

And, I'm relying on the fact that God's grace is sufficient for me.

Just as He told us, in 2 Corinthians 12:9, "And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me."

I realize that I am not a perfect person.  I have my moments where I feel weak and traumatized, with this pain and suffering.

But, rather than fall apart completely, both emotionally and spiritually, I have elected to trust in my Lord, Jesus Christ.  And, will continue to do so.

After all, as I said earlier, His grace is sufficient for me.

Until next time...

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