Monday, April 30, 2012
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
2 DAYS OF BLISS
At this very moment I am on the bus headed to yet another appointment to adjust the cocktail of medications that help to keep the debilitating pain under control. It's a long ride but a great time for me to read, write, think or pray. Today I am at peace despite the return of gut wrenching spams by one thought...I was pain free for 2 days...
Up until Friday night I was horribly ill. Itchy, tongue slighty swollen, slurred speech, unable to concentrate and fatigued and in pain. It was just like when I had Lymes Disease. My body and stomache ached. Nothing helped and I was exhuasted. So, I found some Naproxen and figured at the very least it would take the edge off... Guess what!? I am highly allergic... ugh. What I had been taking every day for a week was the cause of the Lyme's like symptoms. Thank God I had only been taking the pills once a day and for a friend who brought to my attention the fact that my speech was slurred.
After 12hrs after chucking the pills and drinking what felt like a gallon of water, I was feeling great. I had recently cancelled plans to volunteer to work Purple Door, a Christian music festival.. A dear sweet hysterically funny Sister in the LORD and friend Carol took away EVERY excuse I had given for not going. Needless to say.. we rocked our faces off, sang, danced, cried, ate and hugged each other all day long. At one point they prayed for me. My body cooperated and I felt better.
.
I now realize was suppose to be there...to be saturated in love, prayer and Christian rock music. Months of prayers had been answered. The next 48hrs were amazing. I ate, drank and slept pain free for 2 days.
In a word BLISS.
Up until Friday night I was horribly ill. Itchy, tongue slighty swollen, slurred speech, unable to concentrate and fatigued and in pain. It was just like when I had Lymes Disease. My body and stomache ached. Nothing helped and I was exhuasted. So, I found some Naproxen and figured at the very least it would take the edge off... Guess what!? I am highly allergic... ugh. What I had been taking every day for a week was the cause of the Lyme's like symptoms. Thank God I had only been taking the pills once a day and for a friend who brought to my attention the fact that my speech was slurred.
After 12hrs after chucking the pills and drinking what felt like a gallon of water, I was feeling great. I had recently cancelled plans to volunteer to work Purple Door, a Christian music festival.. A dear sweet hysterically funny Sister in the LORD and friend Carol took away EVERY excuse I had given for not going. Needless to say.. we rocked our faces off, sang, danced, cried, ate and hugged each other all day long. At one point they prayed for me. My body cooperated and I felt better.
.
I now realize was suppose to be there...to be saturated in love, prayer and Christian rock music. Months of prayers had been answered. The next 48hrs were amazing. I ate, drank and slept pain free for 2 days.
In a word BLISS.
Friday, April 20, 2012
AND SO IT BEGINS...
Welcome!
It's been a long time coming, the telling of my story.In all honesty I have been considering starting this blog for over a year. It began as the "Adventures of Miss Frances", however so much in my life has changed in recent months that name was too broad. Hence, the "New Normal" was born.
In September 1996 I underwent an emergency hysterectomy. It was not my first surgery, but it was the one that changed the course of my life. December 28th, only 3 months later I was rushed to the hospital with what I thought was a stomach flu, at the very easy I had pushed my tummy past it's limits by indulging in every holiday treat I had come across. The flashbacks of being doubled over in excruciating pain at the front door still haunts me. At the local hospital a 3 day ordeal to diagnosis the problem have come be know as my Lazarus Experience. The doctors ran test after test, yet would give me anything for the pain, despite my pleas for relief. Tubes lead out from every orifice of my body in to vats, bottles and what looked like Ziploc bags. Every time someone examined the contents of one they would shake their head. My family prayed and fought back tears. What I didn't know is what I looked like. My eyes, skin and nails were yellow and the room smelled of rotting flesh.
On the 3 day the LORD sent an angel of mercy in the form of a visiting surgeon from Germany. Apparently my screams could be heard on the other side of the hospital floor, yet no one came to my aid. The nurses begged for something to ease my pain but their pleas went unanswered. I went from praying for relief to asking that the sweet sleep of death to take me.
To make a long and very pain filled story short. the doctor turned out to be a highly regarded surgeon and upon hearing my crying came rushing in. I have never seen so many people run to attend to me since my being admitted. It was nuts, she had her medical students diagnosis the problem by just looking at the bags cradling black fluids..it was a bowel obstruction, and I was in critical condition. Everyone was covering my case was dismissing pending investigation. In a flash everything was disconnected orders were shouted in rapid succession as the gurney flew towards XRAY, had cap put on my head and at last morphine and Valium cocktail pumped into my arm. The CAT scan confirmed her worst fears, parts of the bowel was nercrotic.
To be honest I vaguely remembered much else as I was enjoying the bliss of being painfree for the first time in three days. I thanked God for the the doctor, while looking upside down at her face over and over. My last memory was looking into the gentlest eyes peeping out from behind a surgical mask. He was Asian I heard him whisper, "God is this why I am still here?"
As it turned out the surgeon was also a Pastor of a Korean spirit filled church in Flushing. He had just finished his last surgery and had been standing in the or asking the LORD why was he still there. Seconds later I would burst through the doors towards a journey that has lasted 15 years, under the watchful eye of my German Angel.
Later, while in recovery , he came to examine me. He shared how he was amazed that I had survived and how I had such a baby face, yet my insides were those of a 70 year old woman. He recanted the tale of just standing in the OR asking God why was he still standing there when his last surgery had long been completed. How the spirit spoke to him and said that the LORD had many things for me to do and I was special and his feverishly fast call to his church members to been a prayer chain. That day he and the visiting surgeon removed pieces of black and twisted bowel as he interceded for my life...and the LORD said yes.
That's enough for now.. I am getting tired. Big Hugs & Blessings
It's been a long time coming, the telling of my story.In all honesty I have been considering starting this blog for over a year. It began as the "Adventures of Miss Frances", however so much in my life has changed in recent months that name was too broad. Hence, the "New Normal" was born.
In September 1996 I underwent an emergency hysterectomy. It was not my first surgery, but it was the one that changed the course of my life. December 28th, only 3 months later I was rushed to the hospital with what I thought was a stomach flu, at the very easy I had pushed my tummy past it's limits by indulging in every holiday treat I had come across. The flashbacks of being doubled over in excruciating pain at the front door still haunts me. At the local hospital a 3 day ordeal to diagnosis the problem have come be know as my Lazarus Experience. The doctors ran test after test, yet would give me anything for the pain, despite my pleas for relief. Tubes lead out from every orifice of my body in to vats, bottles and what looked like Ziploc bags. Every time someone examined the contents of one they would shake their head. My family prayed and fought back tears. What I didn't know is what I looked like. My eyes, skin and nails were yellow and the room smelled of rotting flesh.
On the 3 day the LORD sent an angel of mercy in the form of a visiting surgeon from Germany. Apparently my screams could be heard on the other side of the hospital floor, yet no one came to my aid. The nurses begged for something to ease my pain but their pleas went unanswered. I went from praying for relief to asking that the sweet sleep of death to take me.
To make a long and very pain filled story short. the doctor turned out to be a highly regarded surgeon and upon hearing my crying came rushing in. I have never seen so many people run to attend to me since my being admitted. It was nuts, she had her medical students diagnosis the problem by just looking at the bags cradling black fluids..it was a bowel obstruction, and I was in critical condition. Everyone was covering my case was dismissing pending investigation. In a flash everything was disconnected orders were shouted in rapid succession as the gurney flew towards XRAY, had cap put on my head and at last morphine and Valium cocktail pumped into my arm. The CAT scan confirmed her worst fears, parts of the bowel was nercrotic.
To be honest I vaguely remembered much else as I was enjoying the bliss of being painfree for the first time in three days. I thanked God for the the doctor, while looking upside down at her face over and over. My last memory was looking into the gentlest eyes peeping out from behind a surgical mask. He was Asian I heard him whisper, "God is this why I am still here?"
As it turned out the surgeon was also a Pastor of a Korean spirit filled church in Flushing. He had just finished his last surgery and had been standing in the or asking the LORD why was he still there. Seconds later I would burst through the doors towards a journey that has lasted 15 years, under the watchful eye of my German Angel.
Later, while in recovery , he came to examine me. He shared how he was amazed that I had survived and how I had such a baby face, yet my insides were those of a 70 year old woman. He recanted the tale of just standing in the OR asking God why was he still standing there when his last surgery had long been completed. How the spirit spoke to him and said that the LORD had many things for me to do and I was special and his feverishly fast call to his church members to been a prayer chain. That day he and the visiting surgeon removed pieces of black and twisted bowel as he interceded for my life...and the LORD said yes.
That's enough for now.. I am getting tired. Big Hugs & Blessings
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