Monday, June 2, 2014

I Did It! Hallelujah!

It's been a while since I discussed, here on Life with Lynnie (LwL) about my health, and how I'm doing, physically.

Some of you are aware, while others aren't, that I had to travel to London, Ontario, once again.  During my appointment with my surgeon on May 8th, he examined my swollen gut.  And, I was told I would have to return to the hospital there, to have the Seroma drained.

As a reminder, a Seroma is a pocket of fluid.  As he explained, it can become dangerous, because if it doesn't go away or be healed, it can become an Abscess, which can be dangerous.  Or, it can become Cancerous.

When my daughter P heard my early morning appointment time, she let me know she couldn't drive me to an appointment that early in the day.  A day or so later, after having more conversation, she changed her mind and said she'd take me.

However, due to trying to have my appointment time changed, the hospital cancelled that appointment.  Instead, I had to go this past Monday, May 26th.

During my conversations with the hospital to rearrange my appointment time, I spoke with a woman in the imaging department (they call it something else at that hospital), several times.  Every conversation, I asked why I was having to stay overnight in hospital.  Her only response to me was that it was protocol.  Their rules.

I also had a telephone conversation with my surgeon, about having my Seroma drained.  At that time, I asked him the same question.  He let me know that the hospital says they will admit you and keep you overnight, but sometimes, they let you go home the same day.

Unfortunately, my daughter P was not be able to take me to the London, Ontario hospital, to have my pocket of fluid drained. 

Knowing that I cannot sit up straight for hours on end, I wasn't sure what to do.  I prayed about it.

My daughter, B offered to drive me, but she also has a family, and I didn't think it would be good for her to risk having to either stay overnight in London, or drive back and forth two (2) days in a row.  So, I told her I would drive myself.

You see, God had placed it on my heart and mind that I could drive to each service centre on Hwy. #401.  Then, I could recline my seat, and rest my abdomen.  This way, I could control the pain from becoming too much.

That's what I did.  It wasn't easy.  But, I did it.

And, I praise God for helping me.  After all, He had answered my prayer and provided for me.

Thinking about this, reminded me of Matthew 7:7, "Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you:"

Yes, He helped me.  I asked Him to, in prayer.  And, He did exactly what I had prayed for. 


You see, about 12:30 a.m., on that Monday, I drove the way I just mentioned. 

And, I arrived in London early enough to meet with my deceased husband Gordon's friend, B at a Tim Horton's, near the hospital.  Just as we had pre-arranged to do.

Earlier than expected, I arrived at the admitting department at the hospital.  I was admitted/registered, and sent to the area where I would be changing into a hospital gown.

All I could do at the time, was thank God.  I praised Him, both aloud and in my mind.

How grateful I am that He loves me.  That He loves me so much to always provide for me.

Thank You, Lord!

Until next time...

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