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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