I was sick with what I thought was the ‘flu. As the week went on, I was a little concerned when I started feeling sicker rather than better. When I read that pneumonia was a concern at the end of a bout of ‘flu, I told my husband I would need to see a doctor.
As it turned out, that Friday was Memorial Day (November 10, 2017), so we both went to the Urgent Care Center near us. We had been caught in-between doctors as our primary care doctor had quit her practice and our new doctor there could not see us for a month. So, Urgent Care was what was available.
Within minutes, we were checked in and in an examination room. I volunteered to take the ‘flu test for the team and as they took the test, they also took my vitals.
We were told immediately that they were calling 911 and that I would be going to the hospital. My husband volunteered to drive me as we were only three miles from the hospital and he was told that when I passed out, he would not be able to help me. Not if but when. They told me that my oxygen levels were in the 70’s and that I should not be able to walk in that condition.
Okay… the EMT made it there in record time and I got my first (and I hope, last) ride in an ambulance. I was put on oxygen and immediately bounced into the 90 range, which I have learned since, is good.
Being admitted through ER was fast and I was in a room within a short time. Saturday morning, I was given both a chest x-ray and a Cat Scan. I was later told that my Cat Scan was impressive in a truly terrible way.
The doctors didn’t know what caused my pneumonia (it was not the ‘flu after all), but that Saturday, they essentially told me to get my life in order. They expected me to die.
That was not God’s plan – His plan was for me to live and to live more abundantly and in greater service to Him.
I am still working through my recovery from what was termed severe pneumonia. At this time, it has been a little more than three months since the day I went to Urgent Care. I am still on oxygen 24/7 as my doctors try to figure out what happened and how to provide a good and effective recovery plan for me.
The amazing part of my illness has been the spiritual re-awakening my husband and I are going through. Our lives have improved immeasurably and, through this illness, we have now set our feet on the path that God has planned for us. This blog will be a discussion of where that path is taking us and how my challenges in the past have directed me to this point.
I hope you will be blessed by the journey as you travel along with us.
Isaiah 6:8 Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?” And I said, “Here am I. Send me!”