As I mentioned in yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, what happened in the operating room to me, was shocking. Even so, I was and will always be, grateful.
Even though I saw my surgeon on Monday morning, she came to see me on Tuesday morning, as well.
Yes, she was releasing me to go home!
I praised God! While I won't go into detail, I just want to say that I was happy to hear I would be heading home, rather than staying in the hospital any longer.
One thing my surgeon told me, related to the surgery that had taken place. She mentioned that she didn't recall seeing any pus, when she cleaned me out.
This sounded strange to me, because pus is something usually found in an ABSCESS. Check it out for yourself: http://www.thefreedictionary.com/pus.
After my surgeon left me, I began thinking about what she said.
I began wondering if in fact, what she had corrected inside me, was what my body had been fighting off. Meaning, I was wondering if in fact the mesh inside me was truly infected.
Maybe. Maybe not.
I prayed that God had provided healing for me.
Of course, only He knows for sure. Time will tell, with me.
One thing I didn't want to do was to become fearful.
I didn't want to worry about whether or not, I would truly need the surgery that I had been told I needed, many months ago. I didn't want to think about having to have more surgery.
I didn't want to fear.
So, instead of thinking and/or worrying about it, I gave it to God. I prayed, because as I've said before, I know God loves me. And, He doesn't want me to fear.
Just as He told us in 1 John 4:18, "There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love."
When I think of God, I have no fear. I know I love Him. And, He loves me.
He loved me... you... and everyone in the world so much, that He sent His only begotten Son, so that whosoever believeth upon Him should not perish, but have everlasting life (John 3:16).
You may wonder why I may hope and pray that the surgery I had on Sunday was the whole problem.
It's because before my surgeon left me, she told me that she believed that what I had experienced was an INFECTED HEMATOMA. Read about what a hematoma is, here: http://medical-dictionary.thefreedictionary.com/hematoma.
In any case, I am not going to worry. I will not fear.
I am going to continue to trust God. Why? Because, He loves me.
I will continue to trust Him for my healing, and indeed, for everything in my life.
Until next time...
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