Same Crazy Merrym

When the weekend was over the Orthopedic Surgeon returned to get my decision on whether having my leg

amputated

was still the same. After he got the news that I hadn't changed my mind and in fact my choice was firmer than before he said, "OK, tomorrow we'll take your leg. Since I'm not sure if your infection is contagious, your surgery will need to be the last one of the day. This is so the Haz-Mat team will have all night to sterilize and dispose of things for the next day's surgeries."

I immediately called Glory to ask her to arrange for Ace to be at the hospital. Glory, being Glory, she went right to work doing so. She also called family and friends to let them know what was going on, so they'd know to pray.

The next morning she even made the hour and a half trip to get Ace from lock-up.

The day progressed and I did my best to stay awake and lucid, so I could spend what might be my last hours with my awesome, loving children. Anxiety overwhelmed me the later it became. I just wanted this over and done with, and to be able to 'wake up' to those two beautiful faces.

As I look back now I can see God's hand in h

aving the surgery late in the day. Everyone who wanted to be at the hospital to support me and my family was able to come, because it was after work hours.

At 8:35 pm the orderly came into my room to get me. But before he could wheel me down the hall, friends, family and church members joined hands, making a circle that was comprised of shoulder-to-shoulder people, up and down the hospital hall with me in the center. They prayed as I disappeared into the elevator. It was synonymous to what was happening in Heaven at that moment as angels surrounded and protected me.

When I awoke I was being pushed down the same hall, towards the horde of concerned 'angels', who were waiting for news of my progress and I started rejoicing. Happy, but still quite drugged and not knowing my volume, I began hollering, "Stop pulling my leg!" This changed the looks of worry to brilliant smiles and the joyous crowd said in a sing-song voice, "Same, crazy Merrym! Praise the Lord, she's fine!" and they quickly dispersed.

Always be full of joy in the Lord. I say it again-rejoice!

Phillippians 4:4

I am blessed

Merrym Dawn Mathis Bruce