25 years ago I rolled a mail jeep, almost cut off my foot and broke it in 4 places. My insurance didnt cover my personal injuries and medi-cal announced that very day it was bankrupt. I laid in the ER for 7 hrs while my foot swelled as big as a football. Some cash bought me one hour in surgery which was barely enough time to clean the gravel out. I spent 5 days in recovery. Not once did they change the bandages and I think I was given tylonal 3 for pain but didnt get antibiotics. A week after I was discharged I saw the doc that attended me in surgery. He informed me he could no longer offer his service since I had no insurance, put a closed cast over the open wound and said dont come back. County hospital also couldnt help me as medi-cal was still bankrupt. 12 weeks later I went to my OB/GYN - an amazing doctor from Singapore, and asked him to cut off the cast as a stinky brown substance was oozing from the cast at the ankle. He obliged and we discovered I was in the second stage of gangrene so he sent me to whirlpool therapy. That was a Friday and the nurse informed me there was one skin cell stopping the infection from going into the bone. I couldnt come back until Monday so if you pray you should do that over the weekend. if the infection went into the bone theyd cut off my leg above the knee. I do pray. But some prayers require fasting, some the laying on of hands and 2 or more in prayer can make the difference. Some friends came over to pray with me on Sunday, in the name of Jesus. I felt nothing. So I went into private and prayed to my God - the one true God. Its just me and you Lord, you are all I have to rely on and you know I believe and have faith. Heal me in the name of Christ which is the love of God perfected. At that moment a feeling came over my foot, it felt like warm oil poured over from the tip of my toes up to my ankle. My foot felt normal. Until I jumped up in excitement. But I wasnt worried. I found out the next day there were 4 new layers of skin. I often wonder if Id have had more patience how much more healing would have occurred. In the end, my foot healed, the broken bones mended and I walk with a slight limp. Its not perfect but its still there and I was capable of living a normal life. So when someone asks me about a healthcare plan I still cant feel the need. I understand that each person is responsible for their own well being. And when it is the difference between living and dying, for myself it boils down to one thing. Its between me and my God. Or if you prefer, it depends on what I choose to believe. I dont force my beliefs on anyone else but I know what works for me. If you believe something else, thats what works for you. May your God bless you with love and understanding. If you dont have a God then may you find happiness in this life, since you dont believe youll move on after you die. Peace out...
Posted on: Fri, 31 Jan 2014 05:00:53 +0000
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