Yesterday, here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), I discussed about how I had been ill, since Sunday.
Believe me when I say, I've suffered more than I think any of you can imagine.
On Friday, it was a relative of P's birthday. I'd like to take a moment to wish J, a very Happy Birthday!
P wanted me to attend. I felt like telling her, that I didn't think I could even drive.
She also insisted I either go to the Emergency Room (ER) at the hospital, or go see her family doctor. The wonderful doctor who helped me last October. And, many times in past, over the years.
I knew I had to drop off the property taxes for some of my property, at the City of Windsor. Plus, I knew I had to drop off a cheque at my office for expenses due. Yes, as I've said previously, I still have expenses, even though I am not working.
So, I did those two (2) things enroute to P's doctor's office.
I should go back a minute and let you know that the swelled area of my gut, is so very large, that I look three - four (3 - 4) months pregnant. In fact, I had to move the driver's seat back a couple of notches, in order to not cause my gut any pain. Oh, even so, the steering wheel was right up against my gut, where it's swollen.
Before I entered P's doctor's office, I prayed that God would help me. And, He did!
When I drove into the property, the disabled parking space near the front door was availalable. So, I used it.
Within a minute or so after giving the receptionist my healthcard, I was called into a room, and was told he'd join me in a few minutes. He did!
After I explained to P's doctor everything he needed to know, he suggested that I go on Saturday for blood work. I commented that I hoped I'd be well enough to drive, for the driving I did on Friday, totally wore me out.
Then, he examined me.
He told me to forget going for blood work on Saturday. He told me I need to go to the ER at the hospital, instead. In addition, he wrote a note on his prescription pad, giving direction to the ER doctor(s).
I was told that I immediately need ultra-strong antibiotics, intravenously. And, let me know I needed to be admitted, to get the ball rolling, either Friday evening, or Saturday, moring.
Be still my heart.
I began to cry. And, let him know how unhappy I have been that I have been suffering now, for the last 17 months.
Yes, I apologized for being upset, and cried out to God. For healing.
The truth of the matter is, that it doesn't matter what my will is. It's God's will that is done.
Even though I don't want my life here on earth, to end, I do feel I need to accept the fact that it may.
Whenever I think of my life ending, I think of Philippians 1: 21, "For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain."
Oh Lord, please help me. I cannot do this life without You. That's why I trust in You, for everything. And, realize that for me to live is definitely Christ. But, to die, is gain.
No more pain. No more suffering. Oh hallelujah!
Of course, He can do the same thing, right here on earth. He can heal me, from the top of my head to the tip of my toes, and everywhere in between.
I want you to know that within a couple of hours, my daughter P, will be picking me up to take me to the hospital. Hopefully, I'll leave there, alive and healed.
I must go, now. I must do a couple of things in my apartment, and pack what I need for the hospital.
Please realize that I cannot write and post entries while being admitted in the hospital. Their system won't allow me to do this. So, you won't hear from me, here on LwL.
I am asking you to continue praying, my friend.
May God bless you.
Until next time...
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