I Cry Out to the Lord

From earlier posts you may have gathered, my body doesn't fight infection of any type well.

Glory told you about my hip and the open sore on it. Yes, you could see all the way to the bone and watch the bone move. She and a nurse cared for it for along time, trying to help it heal. But there was only paper, thin, scar tissue covering the area and it would tear open if I sneezed wrong (literally). So it never had time or enough skin growth to heal. Also through this open wound, germs entered my system very easily, causing yet another reason for it not to heal. I got extremely ill from this.

How it worked was; a germ would make it's way into the wound, causing a violent infection, fever, chills, migraines and tremendous pain at the sight, which radiated through my whole body. All I could do was shiver and cry, while laying down, rocking back and forth. I would end up in the emergency room over this. The ER doctor would give me a dose of the strongest IV antibiotics by pumping it into my veins quickly. By this time it was a matter of life or death. Then they would send me home with the strongest oral antibiotics to take for two more weeks. After I finished my dose of meds, I would feel fine for about two weeks. Then it would start all over again. This happened for about a year, until Glory insisted something be done to remedy the situation.

On recommendation from the ER doctor, I went to a plastic surgeon. He didn't know the history of the wound. He scheduled a quick surgery, where he took a staple gun and closed the opening. About a week later, it tore open again. When I went in for my follow-up appointment, the doctor became very distressed and he prescribed some very expensive filler medicine for me to try. It came in a powder form, which was to be placed in the wound three times a day, mixing with bodily fluid, it formed a gel, similar to mud filling a hole, so the wound could heal from the inside-out. During this time the plastic surgeon, my family and I, crossed our fingers hoping it would work. It didn't! The cycle of infection returned, for yet another year.

Finally another surgery was scheduled. The surgeon opened up my stomach, found the bottom six-pack muscle closest to the hip (Yes! I have a six-pack, not just of Pepsi...lol). He proceeded to dig a tunnel under my fatty tissue, and brought it out over the hole in my hip, stapling it in place. When I was allowed to see my hip, it looked like a rump roast was attached to me, and the bandage was similar to what a football looks like (strings and all).

This whole incident was extremely harrowing, stressful and painful. But of course our awesome God was there the whole time and rescued me whenever I cried out to Him.

'If calamity comes upon us, whether the sword of judgment, or plague or famine, we will stand in your presence before this temple that bears your Name and will cry out to you in our distress, and you will hear us and save us.'

2 Chronicles 20:9

I am blessed

Merrym Dawn Mathis Bruce