Now that I’m still living life and looking forward to the rest of it, I have decided I will have my nails fixed, get a hair cut and get my teeth fixed. Joking, a bit. But it is nice to come back to myself and realize I an not at death’s doorstep.
I would drop the subject but I feel an urging from the Lord to share where I have been spiritually this last month. I realize how susceptible I was to the fiery darts of Satan regarding the latest health “crises” that was not really a crises. Maybe some of you are walking out a crises of faith and need to know this part of my health saga.
First let me remind you of the amazing episode of healing which God did for me in 2013. In my mind I said to Him, “The only Biblical example that I can claim for this extended life is that of Hezekiah, who was granted an extra 15 years. So, Lord I am going to trust you for that.” And that is where I have been walking. That 15 years is only a little over half over.
Near the first of March, I had a strange sound in my ears, enough to disturb my sleeping. I also gained too much weight within that week, so I called my cardiologist. She made arrangements for me to get an untra-sound. (Is that what it’s called? I think so.) During the process, I knew the technician was bothered. She left the room a few times. After she was through, she said she was going to be sure my results were sent to the doctor immediately.
When she came back, a man with a wheelchair came with her. They rolled me immediately to ER. I had no idea why. I told them I was well, I would be doing my daily walk except for them. But I might as well have talked to the wall. They kept me and said I would be going to a room shortly. I was rigged up with an monitor and I think maybe an IV. I’m not sure about that.
They did all the work for me. Getting me registered, etc. Nice folks. I was bamboozled. Finally a doctor came in. Then went back out; then came in and said he had contacted my doctor who said to send me home. The next morning my primary care doctor called and said I had a dissected artery in my neck and urged me to be sure to follow up with the cardiologist. That sure sounded fearful to me because I knew that is what happened to my heart during the biggie!
I remembered that I had been trusting God for fifteen years more to live, and I believed He was going to let me have them. But I also knew sometimes God does not do things like we expect and hope and pray for. It was like the three Hebrew Children thrown into the fire. They said, God can protect us, but if he doesn’t… So I made too much room for the “if He doesn’t” part. I was somewhat in a tail spin.
I decided there was just far too much that I wanted to do long range to try for any of those projects. I lived day by day doing what I normally do, when I’m not thinking I’m about to step over death’s door.
I began to wonder which blogger I should contact and ask to leave my good-byes to, someone who was active in my blogging community and knew many who I also knew. Or I wondered if I should show my daughter-in-law how to log in to my blog and say my good-byes for me.
Sorry folks, I’m just telling you all this because I believe it is important to someone. I believe it is the reason for the sound in my ears. Without that I would not have contacted the doctor in the first place. The sound has not been back.
Anyway, on with my story. A few days later, I received a call from the cardiologist’s office saying that I had an appt for a CTA on March 12. That was about ten days out. I got some comfort because the matter did not seem very urgent to her, on the other hand – did she even care? So I was torn about putting my faith in her also.
Well, finally the test day came, I did it. Then a few days later, I met with her. She said that I indeed did have a dissected right artery, but it appeared to have happened at the same time the artery in my heart dissected. It was now eight years past, there was no disturbance of blood flow, no leakage or any other sign of trouble. She asked if I felt bad – no, I felt find. She said in that case, what you have is chronic but stable. Wished me well and told me to keep track of my blood pressure.
Now I have to take care of the teeth, nails, and hair situations.