Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Answer Received...

Please know that this entry of Life with Lynnie (LwL) was not written and published on the date posted.  It was done after I returned home from the hospital.

As you're probably aware, I spent most of Saturday at the hospital's emergency room (ER).  And, much of the time, I was blessed having my daughter P, with me.

After testing was completed, I thought I would hear back from the ER physician as to what was going to be done. 

It had been confirmed to me, when I first was examined that my thinking was correct. 

The swelled area of my gut was the size of a football that was red in colour, and emitting heat.  I had thought that I was fighting another infection.  It was true.

Now what?

Surgery?  No surgery?  That was one question.

As I mentioned yesterday, I repeatedly asked God to provide for me. 

Answers.  And, healing. 

I was confident that He would provide for me.

Just as He told us He would, in Matthew 7:8, "For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened."

And, God did provide for me.

In the evening, I was moved from ER to #615b.  This obviously meant that I would not be released to be treated at home.

Eventually, some food was brought to me.  For this, I was thankful!

Not long after P and K left my room, I had another visitor.  My daughter, B.

I was happy to see her, since I hadn't seen her in a while.  Knowing she was wearing a mask and coughing (in my opinion, smoker's cough), she didn't stay long.

Even so, I was grateful to have seen her!

One thing that was surprising, was that I never heard from any doctor, as to what was happening.  At least not, until Sunday, just after lunchtime.

A surgeon came to see me.

It wasn't my original surgeon, nor my current surgeon, for I had let them know in ER that I didn't want to see either of them at that time.  During that conversation, I had mentioned that a friend had recommended a surgeon that had helped her, greatly.

Even though I hadn't requested that particular surgeon, it was the person who saw me.

She let me know she would be taking me into the operating room about 8:00 p.m. that evening.  Sunday.  Our Lord's day.

I was told that she was going to open me up and clean out the ABSCESS in my gut.

Believe me when I say I prayed.


Until next time...

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