Almost two years ago I went in for a surgery that changed my life. Just to put it briefly, there were complications that have left me with severe knee pain. Right after everything happened, I visited what is called a pain team at Hartford Hospital. They had been working on my case for many years because of my Arthritis. They have always had some sort of idea on how to help me or suggestions of things to try. All of a sudden they ran out of ways to help me and said that there was nothing more that they could do for me. Then they pushed me along my way and sent me home. I went to all of my specialists asking them what to do and every single one of them said that there was nothing that they could do for me anymore.
The problem was that they had never seen this happen to a "child" before and they all felt that they did not have the proper tools to help me. After that I went to another pain team at another hospital and they put me on medication and again said that there was nothing they could do because there was no solid title for my pain. There was no proper diagnosis that they could come up with for the pain, therefore they felt that they couldn't help either. So yet again I was sent on my merry little way.
I am sure that right now you are thinking of many different things that I could try, but I guarantee you that I have tried. We tried physical therapy, touch therapy, natural medicine, healing prayers, heat, ice, diet changes and a variety of other things, but none of them have worked. So try to put yourself in my shoes before you judge how I have handled this situation. Since all of my doctors, surgeons and pain teams have said that there is nothing more that they could do, I decided that I was done asking for help. I decided to hope for the best and live my life. Well that has gotten hard again because my pain level is increasing. I finally decided that it was time to see a doctor so I went to the pediatrician.
In the days leading up to today I have been in prayer constantly. I was praying that there would be something that my doctor could do. I couldn't bear to hear that no one could or would help me anymore. I needed an answer, and I begged for an answer.
"This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us. And if we know that he hears us—whatever we ask—we know that we have what we asked of him.
1 John 5:14-15
Well today He answered me. Today I went into the doctor and came out with a plan of what to do next. I was not sent away without any help I was helped and I was given hope. I did not deserve what God gave me today but I am blessed to have received this help. All glory be to God who continues to amaze me every single day. He leads me to a path that is breath taking even when I have lost my hope, He gives it back to me.
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