To give some background history, on December 12, 2012, I went to the emergency room thinking I was having a heart attack, but the CT scan revealed fluid around my spleen. The fluid was under my diaphragm, placing pinching pressure when I tried to inhale.
The day after Christmas, I went in for a CT scan guided drainage of the fluid. My brother, a medical student, was spending time with us over the holidays was able to come with me to the procedure. However, the fluid had thicken to the point it would not drain. (Sorry, I know! It's gross!)
Then what seemed like a medical scavenger hunt began.
I was sent to another doctor to rule out infectious disease . . . then to a gastroenterologist . . . then to a surgeon that described the surgery I would have . . . then my case was taken up by another well respected surgical oncologist, after my case was discussed by a team of surgeons. Up to that point, I had been able to keep my sense of humor and practice the art of not jumping ahead in my thoughts . . . until.
Until I had the first appointment with the doctor who seemed to be the one who would finally have some answers as to what type of surgery I would have.
My brother (with miracle timing from the Lord) was again able to come with me to that appointment. We walked in the waiting room on the second floor of the Winship Cancer Institute at Emory University to be greeted by beautiful silver words set on a wood paneled, modern wall. It was the verse found in Proverbs 17:22, "A cheerful heart is good medicine." I smiled and felt comforted. My brother took his seat and I walked up to the check in counter. Beverly looked up at me, sweetly smiled and asked, "How can I help you?" That is when the tears came like raindrops and then progressed into a unexpected downpour. I physically had an emotional reaction to that simple question. It was if all the waiting and emotions came to a head.
Why can't I hold it together, am I having a breakdown? This is embarrassing!
Beverly gave me a loving sympathetic look and got up to come around the counter desk. I will never forget her big momma hug that day. I finally was able to take a deep breath, but continued to have torrential tears throughout the appointment. All I heard was six to twelve hour surgery, followed by a chemo wash and a two week stay recovery time.
It was as if a kitchen timer went off in my head.
I'm done! I can't process any more information!
The surgery was scheduled for April 16, 2013, early in the morning. One of my prayers was that the Lord would be with me. He was.
Little did I know, God would use this song to surprise and comfort me during my visit. I was about to find out just how Awesome, Mighty and Holy He really is! My Deliverer, my Healer, my Protector, my Provider, My God, who hears my prayers! This song was just one of the ways He ministered to me during this time.
About five days later, Scott came to visit me after work. Down the hall, another patient had this song playing in their room with the volume turned way up, enough for us to hear it in my room. This is how some patients roll; we were laughing and smiling as we sang along from my room on the ninth floor. I regret that we didn't actually visit or see that patient. Most friendships formed with other patients were made out in the hallway or through open doors, but every time I walked by their room the door was usually closed. I still hope we still might find each other after all these years and swap stories.
Finally, on the day of my anticipated release, a nurse stepped into the elevator with me while I was being escorted in a wheelchair down to the lobby. She starts singing out loud, "My God is awesome" and I looked up at her and replied, "Yes! Yes! Yes He is!" I giggled with excitement. I shared with her how I had heard that song two times during my stay and that I loved how she sang it out loud the third time before I left. She smiled really big and I did too, because we both knew . . .
our God is awesome!