Tuesday, August 18, 2009
My wonderful friends, thank you for your prayers and encouragement. As I write this I am still groggy and on lots of medication, so I hope I can make sense.
As the surgery neared, I started to feel that God was trying to tell me that things would not go well, but I was still supposed to go through with it. That was the source of my anxiety--that God was talking to me, but wasn't saying what I wanted to hear. Nonetheless, when God talks, I try to obey.
The surgery went well, despite taking over two hours and despite my fears.
The recovery room was where the trouble began. That's what God was preparing me for. I could not breathe on my own without oxygen. This was supposed to be "day surgery" with 30 minutes recovery time, so after nearly three hours in recovery, I was weary of the nurses and doctors waking me up every couple of minutes to "breathe." I just stopped breathing every couple of minutes. Obviously, they would not let me leave because they feared I would literally die in my sleep if I went home, so I had to be admitted to the hospital and placed on oxygen all night. Today, after the anesthesia had completed worn off, I was able to breathe again.
I thank every one of you for your prayers and encouragement. I am absolutely certain that God was telling me to expect a problem, and strangely it did help me deal with it, knowing that it was all part of God's plan. A blessing in disguise, because a half dozen doctors checked on me and determined that I have probably developed sleep apnea that contributed to the problems with anesthesia and now I have to under those tests. UGH--one more problem, but it sure beats dying.
Strangely, my faith is stronger than ever, because I know without a doubt that God was preparing me for this. He is ever faithful and this happened for a reason--so that I would be tested and treated for sleep apnea before it's too late.
Now, if I can just get through 3 days of not showering, (can bathe though), 7 days of NOT being able to wash my hair, (how can anybody do that?), then another week of holding a special cup over my ear when I wash my hair, plus having to sleep with the head of my bed elevated, grogginess, dizziness, pain, soreness, and swelling!
This darned surgery had better work! But at last , I feel at peace. God is good. 'nuff said.
May God pour out His blessing on every one of you.