If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that I had seen a walk-in clinic doctor on Wednesday, to be checked over. Just as my nurse had requested of me, because of some swelling I had in my lower abdomen.
Finding out that I had a hernia problem, with my bowel coming through, didn't make me feel happy. I was told I'll need surgery, again.
Up until this happened, I praised God daily, that He was healing me.
Like my surgeon told me when I had my stitches removed on Thursday, April 17th, my pain will remain for several weeks yet. But, things looked good.
No, my body wasn't yet healed. I still have some bruising, and scabs not just from where all the drainage tubes had been, but also from where all the locks were put into my neck, hands/arms, and even legs, so that my body systems could be managed during and after my surgery.
Still, I looked forward to having total restorative healing. Just as I had prayed for.
Now, it won't happen. I'll need surgery once again. Being cut open for the seventh (7th) time in 21 months or so, won't be fun.
Some people may not understand what has happened. Or, why.
Every person has a lining inside them, that holds in their innards (bowels, organs, etc.). I did, too. However, mine was damaged years ago, and is not available to be used to hold me tight, ever again.
That is why there were only limited surgeons in the Province of Ontario, who could not just remove the abscess and infected mesh inside me, but also do reconstructive surgery. My London, Ontario surgeon was the last of the four (4) qualified surgeons.
As I mentioned previously, two (2) of the four (4) weren't even taking patients, when my need arose. My appointment with the Toronto surgeon was sooner than my appointment with my London surgeon. This is why the Toronto surgeon agreed to do my surgery, and my original appointment with my London surgeon, was cancelled.
However, when it turned out that the Toronto surgeon could not obtain an operating room to do my surgery, he released me from his care. I am thankful to him, for sending the London surgeon my information, etc., because he knew that I would be contacting him.
Hopefully, now you can understand why I needed a/my special surgeon who could actually use my muscle to reconstruct me, and not just have any surgeon do the surgery.
Now, I once again have a major problem.
Both my nurse and I have contacted my London surgeon's office. Getting through his secretary, was impossible for me. And, my nurse's calls have not yet been returned.
If this was a minor problem, it wouldn't matter. But, this is not a minor problem. It is once again a major problem.
As the walk-in clinic doctor told me, if the hernia becomes incarcerated, I will die. Plus, if my bowel becomes obstructed, or strangulated, it may have to be removed. So, I truly need help as soon as possible.
Of course, my true help comes from my Lord.
Just as we read in Psalm 121, "I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.
2 My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth.
3 He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.
4 Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand.
6 The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
7 The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul.
8 The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore."
While I was emotionally hurt, frustrated, and even angry at some point in time over what has happened to me, I have now calmed down.
I am once again thanking my Lord, even for this horrible trial in my life.
He's my keeper. He's my help. He will provide for me.
Healing will happen either here on earth, through surgeon's hands. Or, by Him taking me home.
He's in control. Not me.
Yesterday, I wrote and faxed a letter to my London surgeon. In it, I mentioned I need direction from him, on what to do.
After all, if I go to any hospital's emergency room (ER), whether here or even at my surgeon's hospital, I won't see him. He won't be doing my needed surgery.
Instead, a regular surgeon, who will only know how to use mesh to reconstruct me, would do the surgery. And, knowing that I was told I cannot have regular mesh inside me again, this truly isn't possible.
So, please pray for me. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. May God bless you.
Until next time...
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