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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