Today marks the day God gave me a whole new life.
Three years ago today I was on the operating table at Brackenridge Hospital, losing blood like a crazy woman.
Three years ago today I learned how important it is to have a really amazing doctor whom you trust with your life.
Three years ago today I whispered to my mom – certainly in a seriously drug-induced state – “I’m so glad I did this.”
Three years ago today I realized what unconditional love from your husband really means.
Three years ago today in the midst of my excruciating pain, I prayed God would bless us with more children.
Three years ago today I learned first-hand about that whole “power of prayer” thing.
Three years ago today I grew two inches.
Has it really been three years? Scoliosis sucks. Yes, having it meant I wore an icky brace for 5 years and that I learned to have a sense of humor to compensate for that low self-esteem. The curve still got worse – my doctor says I was a special case. Humpf. But then we moved to Austin and I was extraordinarily blessed to meet Dr. Geck. Who, by the way, is the greatest doctor of all time. He gave me 24 screws, 2 rods, a big ‘ol incision on my backside (2 actually) and a new lease on life. What he didn’t give me, however, was a reality check. God did that.
I’m especially thankful for the perspective and thankfulness God gave me. There were many friends and family who helped in big and small ways. You know who you are. You rock.
There are moments in life – like when a close friend or family member dies, or when a medical emergency happens with your child – when your entire world stops. You forget about the to-do lists jamming your planner, the voicemails and text messages on your cell, the laundry that needs to be folded and put away, your pile of junk you need to sort through, that argument you had with a good friend. God gives you clarity in that moment. Clarity to know that really, none of that matters. That’s when you let the Holy Spirit in and you have to completely and totally trust on a being greater than yourself. If ever you’ve been a skeptic to this whole religion thing, I can tell you this. There is no way, NO WAY, I would’ve survived that 9-hour surgery, those horribly long middle of the nights in horrific pain, that year recovery if not for a power beyond my own.
God is good. All the time.
Yea for three years! Yea for two inches! Yea for a new me!
Don’t forget you had to get new pants too – that was exciting! 🙂 Hahahahahahaha!
What a well written post! God is amazing! Glad to hear that you are doing so well.