I am not in the place to report about how the surgery went. In my lay person's eyes, it was a successful surgery. The prof cleared all that was in sight. What with the possibility of losing my sight, I must say it was superbly done. I was rather skeptical the first few days of recovery about my sight. My eye balls felt pressed against something, the nerves surrounding the eyes felt thin - I prayed like nobody's business. It was as if my eyes would burst anytime soon!!
I received news from YWAM that I have been accepted for the October DTS the night before I was admitted to the hospital. It was exhilarating and the timing - perfect.
Walking through the corridors of the hospital alone was overwhelming. I felt so alone and afraid suddenly. Reality sank in then. Imagine checking yourself in for a surgery. I don't know what I would have done without my parents.
I was coughing and it was getting bad. It was a defining moment. I didn't believe that God would give me an earlier slot to not allow me to proceed with the surgery because of my cough. I sent my prayer need to my cell group for an immediate miraculous healing from the cough. In my heart and mind, it was, " Lord, please make it disappear just for me to get green light from the anesthetist and go for the surgery!! I don't want to go home now. Not when I've come this far."
For the next 4 hours I did not cough one bit and the anesthetist cleared me. I did a little more coughing through the night, but they weren't bad. In the morning I was the first to be pushed in to the Operation Theatre. I was in by 7.10 am and was left on the trolley without much to do except wait.
I waited till I fell asleep. Had a short nap even. At 7.55 am I was wheeled into OT 5. God was evidently there. There was so much peace I didn't feel afraid at all - even joked with the OT staff. Normally, I would have jumped into a fit with my heart pumping fast.
Was on GA about 8 ish and didn't wake up until 12 something. The surgery effectively was 3 hours, with probably 30 minutes each for preparation and recovery time. It was a major procedure. My mom was alarmed that it took so long, and many others thought it was a minor procedure.
"Can you see me?", "What colour am I wearing? What colour is this?", "Follow my finger." - these were some of the things the doctor asked me to do when they came to see me the day after. I wasn't fully awake until about 5 something on surgery day - pigging out at the hospital.
My mom fed and changed me - she's fabulous. I was too weak to even open my eyes.
This whole thing - is all glory to God. My original surgery date was 24 August 2007. The prof saw me only 3 times yet he remembered that I was going to Australia and I needed to get the surgery done fast!! It is a 1.5 months earlier date - 13 July 2007!! In addition to that, I wouldn't have been able to have enough time to recover before I left for Australia - barely a month and now I'm having a 3 weeks MC!! Man, how good is that??
God's plans and timing - noone can beat. I am elated and thoroughly excited.
breathing,
gracey
I received news from YWAM that I have been accepted for the October DTS the night before I was admitted to the hospital. It was exhilarating and the timing - perfect.
Walking through the corridors of the hospital alone was overwhelming. I felt so alone and afraid suddenly. Reality sank in then. Imagine checking yourself in for a surgery. I don't know what I would have done without my parents.
I was coughing and it was getting bad. It was a defining moment. I didn't believe that God would give me an earlier slot to not allow me to proceed with the surgery because of my cough. I sent my prayer need to my cell group for an immediate miraculous healing from the cough. In my heart and mind, it was, " Lord, please make it disappear just for me to get green light from the anesthetist and go for the surgery!! I don't want to go home now. Not when I've come this far."
For the next 4 hours I did not cough one bit and the anesthetist cleared me. I did a little more coughing through the night, but they weren't bad. In the morning I was the first to be pushed in to the Operation Theatre. I was in by 7.10 am and was left on the trolley without much to do except wait.
I waited till I fell asleep. Had a short nap even. At 7.55 am I was wheeled into OT 5. God was evidently there. There was so much peace I didn't feel afraid at all - even joked with the OT staff. Normally, I would have jumped into a fit with my heart pumping fast.
Was on GA about 8 ish and didn't wake up until 12 something. The surgery effectively was 3 hours, with probably 30 minutes each for preparation and recovery time. It was a major procedure. My mom was alarmed that it took so long, and many others thought it was a minor procedure.
"Can you see me?", "What colour am I wearing? What colour is this?", "Follow my finger." - these were some of the things the doctor asked me to do when they came to see me the day after. I wasn't fully awake until about 5 something on surgery day - pigging out at the hospital.
My mom fed and changed me - she's fabulous. I was too weak to even open my eyes.
This whole thing - is all glory to God. My original surgery date was 24 August 2007. The prof saw me only 3 times yet he remembered that I was going to Australia and I needed to get the surgery done fast!! It is a 1.5 months earlier date - 13 July 2007!! In addition to that, I wouldn't have been able to have enough time to recover before I left for Australia - barely a month and now I'm having a 3 weeks MC!! Man, how good is that??
God's plans and timing - noone can beat. I am elated and thoroughly excited.
breathing,
gracey
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good to hear that u are geting well and god bless love minying
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