The sound of beeps and light eased me into consciousness. “Is the surgery over?” I asked.
“Yes, you’re in recovery,” a young woman said.
“What did they find?”
“They don’t tell us,” she said.
“That’s a normal response to pain,” she said and injected a syringe into my IV.
Heavy sleep blanketed me once more.
More trembling, another injection, and sweet slumber returned.
“Breathe. Take a deep breath,” the nurse woke me. I inhaled and the long beep on the monitor quieted.
Two females flanked me when I woke the next time. “Is your blood pressure normally low?”
“Uh, I guess,” I mumbled.
“You can’t leave until we raise it. Wiggle your toes,” the senior nurse commanded.
“It worked. You can go.” And off they wheeled my bed to my final station before dismissal.
Those who follow my blogs know the month my book was released I stepped onto a medical roller coaster. After eight weeks of tests and uncertainty, I’m happy to say the melon-sized cyst was benign and is gone!
And for all who said God just wanted me to experience the title of my book, Little Women, Big God: It’s not the size of your problems, but the size of your God, you were right. I learned God’s name is bigger than any giant we will ever face. God's name is bigger than any giant we will ever face. Click To Tweet
But, just in case living your title is necessary to writing, I’ve chosen the name of my next book: Enjoying the Gardens of Tuscany!
The medical crew that attended my surgery was a small part of the attentive team my heavenly Father assembled for this journey.
I’ll never forget the morning my Bible study gathered around me and sang praises to God when we feared I had cancer. Their gentle tears and fervent prayers washed over me like healing rain.
Neither will I forget how my friends and family rallied around me with their presence, prayers, and encouragement. Each expression of care was as unique as the one who gave it. My daughter made carrot juice and bought clothes for me to try. My son called each day from work and prayed for me. My husband’s cheerful heart was good medicine. Extended family sent chocolate covered strawberries and words of encouragement.
A close friend’s company brought comic relief when I donned baggy paper shorts for my MRI and calm when the doctor gave the results. Another friend called from across the continent to pray at the moment I’d read the dismal recovery rates for the type of cancer my PA suspected.
My Big God encouraged, guided, and upheld me through each step. He never left my side. He directed His army on how and when to support me.
“The angel of the Lord encamps around those who fear Him,
And rescues them.
O taste and see that the Lord is good;
How blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him!
O fear the Lord, you His saints;
For to those who fear Him there is no want” (Ps. 34:7-9 NASB).
Your encouragement, prayers, and tangible support boosted me. Thank you for being part of God’s supply.
God is always worthy of our praise. But some days are party days. Today I’m celebrating the One who answers prayers and thanking those who cheered me on!
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Debbie W. Wilson
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