Well, it has been a while, and for that I apologize. I would like to
say I was too busy, or didn't have time, but that isn't true.
I left off back in February after I went to the doctor and discovered I
may have had pneumonia. I mentioned how I should have felt better a couple of
days later. A couple of days came and went and I felt worse if anything. I checked
into the hospital March 3. That day was pretty crazy because each time the
doctor came back in the room there was more startling news. Turns out I did not
have pneumonia, but it eventually was determined that I had an extensive infection
in my abdomen related to the pacer wires which in turn had led to two abscesses of infection
just under the lungs, there was some fluid buildup in the space between the lung and
the chest cavity on my left side, and it was suspected I had some bleeding from
a vein in the lower stomach area.
The first issue to be tackled was the bleeding. It was potentially
life-threatening so they did an angiogram to find it and wrap a coil around
it. The surgery took a long time but eventually when they found the problem, the vein
immediately cauterized itself. This was an answer to prayer and God is good.
The second issue was for me to begin on antibiotics once they had taken a
sample of a superficial infection where the pacer wires enter my body just
below the sternum. There isn't much more to the antibiotics part, but I just
got off of them within the past few days.
The abscesses of infection were in tricky locations because of the
various organs surrounding them, so after a few days in my local hospital, it was
determined I should transfer to a large hospital in Chicago. Within a couple of
days a doctor drained the fluid from the left side of my lung area. This fluid
had been causing a significant amount of pain for many weeks. Almost
immediately after the fluid was drained I did not feel the pain anymore.
The immediate concern from the teams of Chicago doctors was that when
there is an infection related to a foreign object in the body, antibiotics may suppress the infection, but the infection could return once the antibiotics
stop. The infectious disease doctors thought there was no way the wire could
stay in, while the thoracic surgery team, who have dealt with pacer wires a
handful of times, knew the risks and the complicated recovery of taking out the
primary breathing device of someone on a pacer. After I had been in the
hospital a total of just over two weeks they decided to do an "exploratory
surgery" to see the extent of the abdomen infection, and what the two abscesses
of infection looked like. If they found the infection to have not progress, then they
would take out the pacer wires. This became an immediate cause for
prayer, even though every issue big or small is a cause for prayer. I'm sure
many were praying, but my small group leader, a man from my church, my mom and
I prayed the Wednesday before the Friday surgery specifically that in God's
gracious healing will He would take the infection from my body. I came out of
the surgery a few hours after, (which is such an amazing feeling going from
extremely drowsy to waking up with that feeling only a couple of seconds has passed
by) and as I was coming out of the anesthesia I felt that my breathing was weak,
BUT it was because I was still on the pacer – the pacer wires did not have to
come out. The doctors said that the wires look "pristine" with no infection, and there
were no signs of the abscesses. Their official diagnosis was that they had read
the CT scan wrong… Yeah, right. God is the same yesterday, today, and forever; and as
He healed in the Old Testament, the New Testament, and through prayer in the
church age, so he healed my body. As soon as the doctor said there was no
infection, my mom and I, and the ones we had told knew exactly what happened: God
had miraculously healed the infection in my body through His gracious
character. There is absolutely no way around this truth. I felt much stronger each day after until I was released from the
hospital five days later, and the reason I felt stronger almost immediately after the surgery was not because the doctors do anything – God did.
I still had antibiotics running through a PIC line, and I needed
ventilator assistance with the pacer, but I continued to get better.
Unfortunately, about two weeks after I left the hospital I developed some pressure sores, (which had not happened since early on in my initial hospital stay after the
accident), because a small screw found its way into my bed, and on top of that, the seat cushion
for my wheelchair was too hard which allowed pressure sores develop. I spent the
next month and a half in bed turning from side to side in order to keep the
pressure off of the initial sores and subsequent minor pressure sores which had
formed due to the constant need to reposition.My time in bed was longer than in the hospital.
I've only for the past week and a half been getting back into my
wheelchair now that the sores have healed up pretty nicely.
This whole ordeal was frustrating at first because, selfishly, I thought that
I shouldn't have to go through difficulties. Not because I felt like I had
already gone through so much, but just because we misunderstand God for who He
really is and forget what He says in His word.
"When times are good be joyful, and in the day of adversity
consider: God has made the one as well as the other, so that man may not find
out anything that will be after him." (Ecclesiastes 7:14 ESV)
And also, "for you know that the testing of your faith produces
steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect
and complete, lacking in nothing."(James 1:3-4 ESV)
I'm not looking for some specific "reason" of why this
happened, but I'm certainly open to how God would allow me to grow in grace and
knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. God is not some bad parent who sends
His children to their rooms "until they figure out what they did wrong." God is
not vague and His word is not ambiguous. If there is a sin issue or something,
if you ask him what's going on, He would simply tell you. This wasn't the case
for me with a sin issue, but maybe someone needed to read that.
I responded extremely poorly early on when I didn't know was going on.
This was a growing experience because in many ways I know how to not respond.
Much good has also come.
On a different note, I have been accepted to law school and I will be
attending Northern Illinois University this fall. There are many things to work
out in terms of finances and personnel, but God has graciously brought me this
far, and I know he will continue to provide.
