Faithfully Fighting

Today was a busy day.  I was scheduled to have surgery to insert a mediport into my chest.  For those of you (that would have included me 6 weeks ago) who don’t know what a mediport is, it is a device inserted under the skin of my chest that allows medical personnel to insert IV treatments, draw blood and, with the model I have received with “power injectable ports”, allow contrast injections for CT scans.  No one will be able to see the port under my skin after it heals, but it will prevent me from having individual sticks every time I need an IV.

It sounded like a great idea when my doctor suggested I get it done a week ago.  I had already endured a week of IV antibiotic treatments in the only arm available (my left) and was facing another week of sticks.  But as the day loomed this morning I deeply dreaded the thought of walking into the hospital for another surgery.  As Pete arrived to take me at 9:45 this morning I was in melt down mode.  One of my devotions this morning was basing the lesson on Philippians 4:6 Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your request me made know to God.  As you can imagine I knew God was talking to me, again.  But I couldn’t seem to pull myself up to his Word.  I called the surgeons office to say I changed my mind.  My surgeon got on the phone and talked until I agreed to show up.  By the time we reached the AM surgery I had calmed down and Pete and I had prayed together. 

I am deeply ashamed of myself now.  As He promised, the Lord walked me through, once again.  I wasn’t really asleep during the surgery, just drugged enough to actually give my doctor a hard time and make the entire room laugh.  I can’t remember what I said (the drugs) or I’d let you in on the joke, but she did threaten “Alright you, that’s enough or I’m going to have them put you to sleep.”  The surgery was swift and before I knew it I was in the recovery area.  That’s where the Lord really touched me, once again.  I had a nurse, Laura.  I am almost certain she was an angel sent from the Lord.  I was feeling very well, but had to wait for a chest X-ray to confirm placement of the device.  Instead of leaving me (which would have been very acceptable) she sat by me and we just talked.  She asked me about myself and I told her my story (briefly).  She was honestly interested and continued to ask more indebth questions.  She talked about my support system and was encouraging about my faithful friends and loved ones and prayer and worship.  She reminded me, with her admiration of my story, how truly blessed I was, every day.  When she brought me back to the outpatient area she thanked me for blessing her and said she would pray for me!  I told her that I was thankful for her time with me and how much it meant to me.

I cannot doubt the Lord’s hand in my life every day.  I am always humbled that He would reach out to me, who am I to deserve that?  I must spend more time striving to do more for Him. 

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