I had back surgery on October 31st and it was a very scary time, but God kept me safe and saw me through. During surgery I had a severe asthma attack so they had to stop surgery. I was kept in recovery about 10 hours due to a very low oxygen level, breathing issues, heavy chest, they thought I might even have a blood clot in my lungs, etc. During this time I felt like I was dying and by the look on the faces of my doctor and nurse – they were having the same kind of thoughts. I have since returned to see my neurosurgeon and he told me of how concerned he was and had bad that I scared him. My neurosurgeon is an awesome, caring person and I had the most wonderful recovery nurse that stayed with me during the entire 10 hour ordeal – – even going with me for nuclear test, scans, other tests. She held my hand many times and I told her that I felt like I was dying and I thought if I closed my eyes that I wouldn’t wake up. I could actually feel the life fading out of me. … I prayed for God to spare me to be with my family and see my boys grow up and have families of their own. My neurosurgeon would come and be with me in recovery between other surgeries. I thought to myself “so this is what it feels like to be dying”. After an hour or so of being in recovery the nurse said she was going to make a BIG exception and go get my husband to be with me as well. She said the hospital doesn’t allow any family to come in recovery, but she felt that this one time she needed to make an exception. It was nice to have my sweet hubby for support as I fought for my life. The recovery room was a very large rectangular room with surgery patients lined up on each side but with plenty of room for nurses and doctors moving about. In the mean time my husband, Joe, had called for prayer from church groups, family, and friends. During the time of my ordeal I did think – well, I guess I will get to see Jesus, Lisa, Paul, Uncle Merle, Aunt Sue, Aunt Virginia, Aunt Pat, Aunt Annie, and many other friends and family that have passed on. I went through many tests, scans, and an hour of doing a nuclear test to see if a blood clot had gone to my lungs. During the test I started to slowly feel better and started having thoughts that I might even be able to stay on this earth a little longer. Within the next hour my oxygen level went back to normal, the heaviness of feeling like an elephant was sitting on my chest went away, and I knew that God had answered prayers. They never found what caused some of my issues during and after surgery – God just simply made it disappear. I praise God that I am alive and able to be with my family. I am on the mend, I no longer have constant sciatic nerve pain, numbness, and tingling in my right leg and foot. Praise God! My Fibromyalgia has flared as expected after surgery, but that is something that I deal with on a daily basis. Blessing friends!
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