Recently, here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), I mentioned that I had watched a Midsomer Murders programme on our Ontario, Canada's public broadcasting station, TVO. Well, at least part of it. Online. It was before I received my replacement television.
You may recall that I had watched Pt. 1 of Murder of Innocence: http://tvo.org/video/204151/murder-innocence-part-1.
When I clicked on Pt. 2, it didn't work. Over and over, I clicked on the link, but wasn't able to access that part of the programme. Then, I saw on another page, that it would be available on June 9th.
I didn't watch it on June 9th. Instead, I watched it the next morning, on Tuesday, June 10th. Here's the link to Pt. 2 of Murder of Innocence: http://tvo.org/video/204337/murder-innocence-part-2.
Just so you know, it wasn't a case where I wasn't home to go online and watch the final link to the programme. I was home. But, my mind wasn't thinking about the programme that evening.
You see, my daughter B had driven me to London, Ontario on the morning of Monday, June 9th. Thank you, B! May God bless you...
For this, I was truly thankful. After all, I cannot drive at this time. And, it was the day when I needed to be checked over... concerning my drainage tube system.
I had packed my bag, as I had been told to do. There was no guarantee I would be returning home that day; it was possible I would be kept for another procedure, if necessary.
Instead of parking and coming into the hospital with me, B and her friend who accompanied us, went off to do their own personal thing.
After registering at the admitting department, I made my way to where I was to get checked over, by the radiology department staff and doctor. It was nice that I only waited a few minutes, before being called in.
The nursing staff, the radiologist and the doctor in charge were very nice to me. Pleasant, helpful and kind.
After everyone had arrived, dye was injected into my drainage system. Then, testing happened.
To be honest, I was looking forward to having the tube and drainage system removed, since there had virtually been no drainage over the past few days. However, this wasn't what happened.
I was told that the tube and drainage system would have to remain inside me, even though there was no fluid left inside me to drain.
Hearing this, shocked me. It was explained that even though there was no fluid inside me still, the pocket where the fluid had been stored, had only healed 30%.
This was very upsetting to me. I began to cry.
The staff was very helpful and loving. I began crying out to God asking why I was enduring this trial, after being through so very much over the past 21 months.
No matter what, I will have the tube and drainage system for a while, yet.
Please understand, I wasn't unhappy with them. I was unhappy with me... since my body was not yet healed from this problem.
With several people in the room, it was rather embarrassing to react this way. And, I apologized.
As my tears continued flowing, one of the nurses actually came over and hugged me. She whispered in my ear to keep trusting God.
I'm sure she was Christian. I praised God for this. And, prayed God would bless her.
Having had a medical person do this to me, for the first time ever, helped lift me up. Within a couple of seconds, I realized that I needed to calm down and not continue to be upset.
Being encouraged like this, I knew I had to go back to walking with Him, and trusting Him.
Just as we have been told, in Colossians 2:6, "As ye have therefore received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk ye in him:"
Yes, I've received my Lord, Jesus Christ. Yes, I rely upon Him, for everything. And, walk in Him.
Talking about walking... as I was walking down the hallway, leaving the hospital, I saw my surgeon.
We greeted each other, and chatted for a moment. He admitted that he thought I would have the tube and drainage system for a while.
All I could say was that even though I wasn't happy about it, I realize I need it. And, there's nothing I can do, except trust God for my healing.
After thanking him for his time, I walked and exited the hospital. Then, I waited a few minutes outside, for B and her friend to pick me up.
I must admit, I enjoyed every breath of fresh air. And, was thankful for all the help and care I had received that day.
Until next time...
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