Post by daddys3chicks on Mar 22, 2006 3:01:03 GMT 10
I had posted a prayer request for her. I got this update today and it just brought tears to my eyes. Thank you so much for your prayers!
Update March 21, 2006
I'm sure you're all wondering what exactly's been going on for the past few
days. So I thought it important to let you guys know exactly what happened -
to know that I'm ok and to know how good and sovereign He is. (Sorry this
could be a lengthy one, and a bit icky in spots.)
I did have my tonsillectomy on Monday the 13th and it did go really well. I
was due to see the doctor on the following Monday for a post-op check up. I
had tried to shift it up to the Friday before so I could catch the evening
plane and be home sooner. But our Father knows best and my request was
denied.
So Friday night I was still in Nbo. The antibiotics were giving me a bit of
indigestion and so I was having trouble sleeping. Eventually I dozed off
around 2am, only to be woken up by my phone ar around 2:at. It was a text
message from Mrs H that she had actually sent at 9pm the night before.
(Isn't technology great?) However, as I sat up in bed, I noticed my mouth
was filling up with saliva unusually quickly. I swallowed, but it continued
to just fill my mouth. I got up and walked into the bathroom and spit into
the toilet. It was blood. After only seconds my mouth had filled again.
Before I could think I was leaned over the toilet spitting up more blood
than I'd seen in a long time. I gathered myself and hurried down the hall
to wake the lady I'm staying with (who happens to be a nurse). She came
into the bathroom. "You've burst a vessel. Don't worry, it's not as bad as
it looks." (She later told me that she saw more blood from me that night
than she had during all her years as a cardiac nurse.) She gave me a cold
rag to hold on my throat and a bowl and drove me to the ER.
In the ER my bowl was taken and replaced with a bag. The blood was coming
faster. I began vomiting blood. Apparently I'd been bleeding in my sleep
also and it had run into my stomach. I tried to will it to stop, to close
my mouth, but nothing helped. My legs went numb. I realized I couldn't help
me.
The doctor came in. An IV was put in each of my arms to replace the volume
of blood I was losing. He lifted my head to look in my mouth. He needed to
know where the blood was coming from, my mouth, throat, stomach; but every
time he lifted my head my mouth filled again and I would choke. I felt bad
for him. No one needed this at 3:30 in the morning. After a few failed
attempts to locate the source he told me to calm down, stop coughing or
spitting. I relaxed the muscles in my throat. An even stream of blood
poured out. The doctor took a step back and placed a reassuring hand on my
shoulder. One of the nurses put a comforting hand on my arm. A chilling
thought hit me- they can't help me.
My strength almost spent, I collapsed back onto the gurney. I was rolled
onto my side and another bag was placed on the edge of the bed. My BP
dropped to 80/50 my eyes closed. I couldn't move or feel anything.
Have you guys ever seen the movie Big Fish? I know in these situations most
people see a tunnel or their lives before their eyes. I saw Big Fish. You
know the scene where the main character is leaving the town of Specter for
the first time and he's traveling through the dark woods and the evil of
the forest begins to overtake him. It looks like there's no hope. He's
about to die but then he thinks, "This isn't the way I go." That line flew
to my mind. "This isn't the way I go!" my thoughts shouted. "L, I know this
isn't the way I go!"
My eyes opened. The clock on the wall said 4:15. "She's stopped bleeding!"
someone shouted. I rolled onto my back and closed my mouth, they were
right. A peace that passed all understanding (most certainly my own) filled
me and then joy. When no person, not even myself could do anything, I felt
myself in the arms of the Great Physician, the Wonderful Healer. I looked
at all the faces staring at the pale young woman who'd just lost almost
half the blood in her body, and I smiled at them, actually laughed a
little. I was going to be ok.
Soon the doctor was there and OR was ready. The vessel in my throat was
cauterized and, after one transfusion and several liters of IV fluids I was
released yesterday from the hospital.
So once again I'm shown how sovereign He is. He kept me here in Nbo when I
had done my best to go home early. He woke me up with a delayed message
when I otherwise might have gone right on sleeping. And, when everything
looked like it was finished, it was Him who rescued me, because it wasn't
His time to take me.
Update March 21, 2006
I'm sure you're all wondering what exactly's been going on for the past few
days. So I thought it important to let you guys know exactly what happened -
to know that I'm ok and to know how good and sovereign He is. (Sorry this
could be a lengthy one, and a bit icky in spots.)
I did have my tonsillectomy on Monday the 13th and it did go really well. I
was due to see the doctor on the following Monday for a post-op check up. I
had tried to shift it up to the Friday before so I could catch the evening
plane and be home sooner. But our Father knows best and my request was
denied.
So Friday night I was still in Nbo. The antibiotics were giving me a bit of
indigestion and so I was having trouble sleeping. Eventually I dozed off
around 2am, only to be woken up by my phone ar around 2:at. It was a text
message from Mrs H that she had actually sent at 9pm the night before.
(Isn't technology great?) However, as I sat up in bed, I noticed my mouth
was filling up with saliva unusually quickly. I swallowed, but it continued
to just fill my mouth. I got up and walked into the bathroom and spit into
the toilet. It was blood. After only seconds my mouth had filled again.
Before I could think I was leaned over the toilet spitting up more blood
than I'd seen in a long time. I gathered myself and hurried down the hall
to wake the lady I'm staying with (who happens to be a nurse). She came
into the bathroom. "You've burst a vessel. Don't worry, it's not as bad as
it looks." (She later told me that she saw more blood from me that night
than she had during all her years as a cardiac nurse.) She gave me a cold
rag to hold on my throat and a bowl and drove me to the ER.
In the ER my bowl was taken and replaced with a bag. The blood was coming
faster. I began vomiting blood. Apparently I'd been bleeding in my sleep
also and it had run into my stomach. I tried to will it to stop, to close
my mouth, but nothing helped. My legs went numb. I realized I couldn't help
me.
The doctor came in. An IV was put in each of my arms to replace the volume
of blood I was losing. He lifted my head to look in my mouth. He needed to
know where the blood was coming from, my mouth, throat, stomach; but every
time he lifted my head my mouth filled again and I would choke. I felt bad
for him. No one needed this at 3:30 in the morning. After a few failed
attempts to locate the source he told me to calm down, stop coughing or
spitting. I relaxed the muscles in my throat. An even stream of blood
poured out. The doctor took a step back and placed a reassuring hand on my
shoulder. One of the nurses put a comforting hand on my arm. A chilling
thought hit me- they can't help me.
My strength almost spent, I collapsed back onto the gurney. I was rolled
onto my side and another bag was placed on the edge of the bed. My BP
dropped to 80/50 my eyes closed. I couldn't move or feel anything.
Have you guys ever seen the movie Big Fish? I know in these situations most
people see a tunnel or their lives before their eyes. I saw Big Fish. You
know the scene where the main character is leaving the town of Specter for
the first time and he's traveling through the dark woods and the evil of
the forest begins to overtake him. It looks like there's no hope. He's
about to die but then he thinks, "This isn't the way I go." That line flew
to my mind. "This isn't the way I go!" my thoughts shouted. "L, I know this
isn't the way I go!"
My eyes opened. The clock on the wall said 4:15. "She's stopped bleeding!"
someone shouted. I rolled onto my back and closed my mouth, they were
right. A peace that passed all understanding (most certainly my own) filled
me and then joy. When no person, not even myself could do anything, I felt
myself in the arms of the Great Physician, the Wonderful Healer. I looked
at all the faces staring at the pale young woman who'd just lost almost
half the blood in her body, and I smiled at them, actually laughed a
little. I was going to be ok.
Soon the doctor was there and OR was ready. The vessel in my throat was
cauterized and, after one transfusion and several liters of IV fluids I was
released yesterday from the hospital.
So once again I'm shown how sovereign He is. He kept me here in Nbo when I
had done my best to go home early. He woke me up with a delayed message
when I otherwise might have gone right on sleeping. And, when everything
looked like it was finished, it was Him who rescued me, because it wasn't
His time to take me.
That must have been a very scary time for your cousin. As I read I was racing down to find out if she turned out alright. I would have panicked very much. 
