Monday, April 22, 2013

The Fight

I had no idea that the morning I woke up on Saturday June 30,2012 it would be a day I would fight for my life.  It all began on Thursday with a pounding headache I just medicated myself and went on with my day, Friday was the first day of July long weekend and every year our family comes together at my brothers place for a camp out and this year was no different, I packed up my family and our things and headed over to my brothers place, although once we arrived there I was out of commission, the headache pain was overwhelming so I slept most of the evening and went to bed early, I chalked it up to a nasty migraine.

Saturday June 30, 2012 is a day I don't remember much of but what I am told is that I woke up and acted very confused, I could not open a simple door and instead stood there angry kicking it, I vomited repeatedly and did not recognize my children.  At this point my mom insisted that they either call 911 or take me to the nearest hospital. 

My husband drove me to a local hospital and I remember collapsing outside the entrance after that I don't remember much, most of that day is gone from my memory, the following is what I have been told by family.

My family thought I had taken to much medication due to the pain I was experiencing and thought that my acting strange was a result of that, upon closer inspection by the doctor they realized that wasn't the case but decided to take me by ambulance to the nearest city and larger hospital for further inspection.

Once the ambulance arrived I was taken for an MRI to rule out an aneurysm, once that was ruled out they found out what I was fighting, meningitis. My husband was told not to leave and stay by my side and that the next 24 hours would be critical.  I was unaware of what was going on around me.  I was hooked up to the strongest medication invented and began the cycle of high powered anti-virals and anti-bacterials. 

I was fighting for my life.....

I lay there writhing in excruciating pain, my uncle came to visit who is also a pastor he later told me that he sat by my bed praying and reading scripture,  if he would stop reading or praying I would begin to writhe again, so he continued to read and pray.

The doctors continued to do reflex testing on my during this time by dragging a sharp object from the heel of my foot to the response.  Talking to me while I had my eyes open, asking me response.

It did not look hopeful...

As I lay there unresponsive my husband sat waiting in the room praying quietly to himself and would hear me talk, he came to my bedside and heard me repeat the name of Jesus over and over, he thought I was 'coming back', again tests were response.  Yet over and over my husband heard me repeating the name of Jesus.

I do remember a brief flash of a moment where I saw myself from above with the doctor beside me and my husband there and it was as if in that moment I had a choice, stay and fight or go to my eternal home in heaven, and just as quickly I was back in my body.... in pain.

Many hours went by, by this time the word was out and there was an army of believers praying for me.

When I started coming back to consciousness I couldn't speak, I was convinced that what was coming out of my mouth was perfectly formatted words and sentences and yet all I got in return was blank stares, a few chuckles from my husband and some worried looks as if thinking to themselves 'is she going to stay like this?'.

It was 24 hours before I was fully conscious and able to respond with one word.  My speech took a few days return, although for weeks there was times when I would forget words, stutter or no be able to get out in full what I was trying to say, even to this day if I am overtired or stressed words can be difficult.

Doctors were dumbfounded with my recovery, I remained in hospital for a week after which I was released.  My family doctor had one explanation and that was that it was the prayers of those around me, of countless friends and family and our church that saved me that day. 

I know it was God, it was a miracle. On that same day a lady came in also with meningitis and unfortunately lost the fight, a week earlier a young 17 year old male in the same hospital also lost the fight. 

In the moments of being unresponsive and unaware I was still able to call upon the name of Jesus, my healer, my saviour and my redeemer also I believe a miracle.

I don't know why I was healed and others were not, I don't know why some die and others do not.  I will never know the answer to that this side of heaven.

I am thankful for the foundation of faith that was built in me before this happened through hours of study, prayer and a relationship with Jesus.  I am reminded over and over that it is in the good times that we must continue building on the foundation so that when the bad times come, which they most certainly will, that we have something to draw from. 

I am so thankful that I was able to call upon the name of Jesus, so often we may worry that we don't have the right words to say, that our prayers are not fancy or not reaching the heart of what we are trying to say and sometimes we simply don't have the words, I encourage you to just speak the name of JESUS, there is power in that name! There is healing for the broken heart in that name, there is restoration for brokenness in that name, there is healing for your body and mind in that name! It is the NAME above ALL NAMES.

I also encourage you today that if for some reason you are reading this and haven't accepted Jesus into your heart, its not to late, He loves you with a love so deep and wide it couldn't be measured, His love is unconditional no matter how wonderful or messed up you think you are His love is there and He longs to walk along side you in this crazy world and help you in every area of your life!! Call out to Him today and if you are ready to receive him as your Lord and Savior just repeat this simple prayer with me....
  “Father I come to you.
I understand that your son Jesus died for me.
I don’t have to clean up my life.
I don’t have to change.
I come as I am and I ask you to forgive me,
and come into my heart.
I ask from today and on that you’d give me the power to change every day, every year, for the rest of my life.
From today and on I choose to give my life to Jesus Christ.
I choose to follow Him and I thank you for that free gift of salvation.
In Jesus’ name, Amen .”

I am so thankful for this opportunity to have second chance at living, I am still on the road to complete recovery but believing for it everyday!
I pray you have found hope in this in some way and KNOW  that you are NEVER alone and that its never to late or to early to call on the name of Jesus!!!
God bless you all!



Roo said...

welcome back! i am glad you are blogging again. you have good things to share :)

Conrad Hoeppner said...

It was a hard time but the Peace of God was tangible. The final outcome was never in doubt. So thankful for Holy Spirit as comforter.

Andrea said...

wow, what an amazing story of God's goodness and his miraculous power! so glad that He spared your life - you have much to do yet in this world! xo