Friday, April 25, 2014

More Surgery...

Yesterday, I mentioned here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), how my nurse was concerned about the swelling I had in my lower abdomen, on Easter Sunday/Resurrection Day.

We agreed to see how I would be in a couple of days.  She came again on Tuesday, about suppertime.

She shockingly told me that the swollen area looked worse.  This surprised me, because I didn't feel worse.

Even so, my daughter P, agreed to take me to a walk-in clinic, Wednesday. 

It was shocking to me what the physician had to say.  He told me that I had a hernia there, and my bowels were pushing through it.

He told me I needed to go to the hospital. 

I found myself feeling rather upset.  I told him how I had surgery by the only available surgeon in the Province of Ontario who was able to reconstruct me without using mesh, so how could any surgeon here in Windsor, Ontario, help me?

His response was that I should go home, and call my nurse and my surgeon.  I did this.

My nurse told me she would also call my surgeon.

I let my nurse know that my London, Ontario surgeon's secretary refused to give me an appointment to see him, as immediately as possible.  My current date of May 8th, she told me was the only date available to me.

In response, I discussed my situation. 

She told me to go to an emergency room (ER) at a hospital.  I asked her how that could help me, if the surgeon who did my surgery was the only person who was able to address the issue of my reconstruction.

Then, it was mentioned that I don't have to go to the ER at a hospital here in Windsor.  I asked if I went to the ER at her hospital, would my surgeon be able to help me.

She responded that no, only a surgeon on call would be available to me.  Again, I asked how that could be of any benefit to me. 

And, I let her know that the physician who had examined me, had told me that if the hernia becomes incarcerated, I'll be dead.

Once again, she told me to go to ER.

I must admit, I was truly upset.  I prayed.  And, cried out to my Lord, knowing that I would not stop trusting Him to heal me, once again.

Tears fell down my face, all over again.  Just as they had when I was at the walk-in clinic, to be examined.

Even so, I prayed.  And, spoke aloud that I would not stop trusting God to heal me.

Just as we read, in Job 13:15, "Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him."

You may or may not know that I read through the entire Bible, every year.  This year, I am well ahead of where I normally would be.  I've been reading the book of Job, lately.

Knowing that I am once again feeling like a female Job, I realize that God is in control.  Not me.

Job suffered greatly.  So, have I.

God restored Job's life.  I'm trusting Him to do that, for me.

Please note, if you do not see a posting here on LwL for a while, it will be due to the fact that I am again in hospital and unable to write and/or post any entries.

Once again, I must ask that if you can find it in your heart to pray for healing for me, please do so.  And, may God bless you.

Until next time...

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