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I found this old post I wrote back in September 2015. I left this site after that. Had enough of round-and-round-we-go on here.
Little did I know what was coming next. One year ago today, my husband had a heart attack so bad every doctor for a full month was gently telling me to brace myself. He doesn't remember the ER doctor telling him he was dying. He was semi-conscious on the way from the hospital I took him to to go one block to the hospital that could put stents in immediately. He heard someone say, "This one isn't going to make it," as he was being wheeled along a hallway somewhere. In that month between the operation to put in two stents and the operation that gave him his new heart valve for the one he completely blew out during the heart attack, he was put on an EKMO, got pneumonia, recovered, his kidneys failed, and recovered, he had another infection so bad that they told me "40" was a deadly white cell count, but his was 46, he recovered, and recovered from several other infection.
And then it took him five months to eat food again, and they were sure he'd never be able to pee again, but did so within 18 hours.
He's now a few feet in front of me wanting to know the weather before we go out shopping.
So, yeah. I believe in healing. I believe God does miracles. I'm living with one, but I still do not believe in the WoF god.
(Just wanted to add this because everyone is so big on their round-and-round-we-go that sometimes they forget they're talking to real people experiencing real life.)
Little did I know what was coming next. One year ago today, my husband had a heart attack so bad every doctor for a full month was gently telling me to brace myself. He doesn't remember the ER doctor telling him he was dying. He was semi-conscious on the way from the hospital I took him to to go one block to the hospital that could put stents in immediately. He heard someone say, "This one isn't going to make it," as he was being wheeled along a hallway somewhere. In that month between the operation to put in two stents and the operation that gave him his new heart valve for the one he completely blew out during the heart attack, he was put on an EKMO, got pneumonia, recovered, his kidneys failed, and recovered, he had another infection so bad that they told me "40" was a deadly white cell count, but his was 46, he recovered, and recovered from several other infection.
And then it took him five months to eat food again, and they were sure he'd never be able to pee again, but did so within 18 hours.
He's now a few feet in front of me wanting to know the weather before we go out shopping.
So, yeah. I believe in healing. I believe God does miracles. I'm living with one, but I still do not believe in the WoF god.
(Just wanted to add this because everyone is so big on their round-and-round-we-go that sometimes they forget they're talking to real people experiencing real life.)