I was seventeen years old when I started having pain in my abdominal area. The doctors said they could not find anything wrong. They told my parents that it was emotional. I could not get anyone to believe that the pain was for real.
At the age of twenty, my roommate rushed me to the emergency room, I was hurting so badly that I could hardly stay alert. As they put me on the stretcher I passed out. The doctors said that they were going to have to operate immediately because I was loosing so much blood and they could not keep me alert long enough to take an x-ray to see what was going on inside of me. They proceeded to do exploratory surgery and found that I was hemorrhaging internally. They said that if they had not operated when they did that I would have died. When they opened me up they found that I had a cyst approximately the size of a grapefruit that had ruptured on my ovary. The operation was a success and I was able to go home in about a week.
About twenty years later I found myself hurting again. They ran a lot of tests including an ultra sound, which showed three rather large fibroid tumors along with numerous cysts. They did a procedure called a D&C. They sent me home and said I should be fine.
A month or so later I found myself in the emergency room dehydrated. They admitted me. The next day they told me that the reason I was feeling this way was probably because of depression due to the death of my mama ten months earlier. They had convinced me that nerves could make you feel a lot of things. After a week of fluids and medications they sent me home. This did not eliminate the pain but it was a little more bearable.
Two years later I started hurting again. This time I went to a different doctor. She sent me for an ultra sound. She felt that I possibly might need to have a hysterectomy. She also sent me to my medical doctor to get a chest x-ray and while I was there he asked if I would like to have a copy of the ultra sound done two years earlier when I was in the hospital and I said yes. A few days later my doctor called to give me the results of the ultra sound that I had just completed. She said it only showed a tiny fibroid tumor. I asked her if that was all it showed and she said yes. I told her I had the results from my ultra sound that was done two years prior and asked if she would like for me to read her those results and she said yes. I read the results to her and she said, “That’s interesting”. She said, “sometimes ultra sounds don’t show everything, especially when a lot of scar tissue is involved.” I asked her if there was anything we could do about the pain and she said yes. She told me that she did not believe people should be in pain when something could be done to prevent it. She set the date for my surgery.
It was a few weeks before the operation was to take place and I prayed and prayed about it. The thoughts in my mind seemed to fight against each other. One moment I would think, “I shouldn’t have this operation because I might not wake up and then what good would I be for the Lord?” Then another thought would come and I would hear, “You need to have this operation so you will be able to do more for the Lord.” I struggled to find peace. I continued to pray and suddenly I felt such an overwhelming presence of peace that indwelled me. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I had to proceed with this surgery and not worry. I knew that no matter where I would wake up that I would be just fine! I had so many people praying for me and I knew the greatest of all physicians … so why should I have any fear!?
Then came the day. My girl friend from church picked me up that morning and we headed to the medical center. When we arrived, they started the admitting process. They proceeded to put my identification bracelet on my wrist and carry me to a little room where I was to put on one of those lovely little hospital gowns — you know, the ones that will not allow you to be modest at all! Then they took me to one of the many little rooms where a bed was waiting for me. While lying there in that bed, I happened to look up and notice that I was in room number seven. Coincidence, I don’t think so. At that moment, I felt such peace, which was a very good way to feel as they rolled me down that hall to the operating room. Next thing I new, I was waking up in my room.
Everyone was taking a look at this gadget they had attached to my incision. They told me that this was a new pain device called a “On-Q Pump”. They also told me that I was the third person to have this device in the entire medical center. Get it, third person! Coincidence, I don’t think so. At that very moment, I felt that same peace I remembered feeling as they rolled me down that hall just before the surgery began. Next, my doctor came in and she said that my surgery was the most challenging operation she had ever done. She told me that she was having problems getting to everything she needed to get to due to there being so much space between my pelvic area and where she needed to operate. She told me that my prayers were truly answered because a special tool was delivered to the medical center just as they took me into the operating room and she was able to use it to get into the difficult areas she needed in order to complete the operation! Coincidence, I don’t think so! At this moment, not only did I feel peace, I actually felt embraced by the marvelous grace of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ!
I thank the Lord for my doctor and all of the wonderful nurses, friends and many people who prayed for me during this time. I have no immediate family — or I should say blood family — left here on this earth now; I actually have something much more precious and that is my brothers and sisters in Christ. God bless each and every one of you!
“But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore, I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For whn I am weak, then I am strong.” (2 Corinthians 12:9-10)