Greetings, I am now on the other side of my heart surgery. I praise my Lord and Savior for giving me more years on earth with my loved ones. Even though it is far better in Heaven than here in this fallen sin-filled world there is still beauty and love to be shared and experienced on Earth.
Surgery was always a great fear of mine. But after a couple of months of praying for courage and strength to face this Golith, I found God faithful and gave me a supernatural calm and a peace that all was going to be alright. As the nurse pushed my bed down the hallway it got quiet and cooler. Through some big metal doors and in another area it felt colder and I thought they were wheeling me to the morgue! My strange sense of humor.
Once in the surgery room, they put me to sleep and this is where the "God story" comes into the picture. The family saw the surgeon walking towards them just after an hour after my surgery began which was to take about five hours. The family immediately thought something had gone terribly wrong. However, the surgeon explained that he had walked into the surgery room to execute the planned open heart surgery to replace the aortic and mitral valves and do a Maze on my heart for Afib.
He stood there with the strange feeling he needed to relook at my heart before beginning to open up my chest. He asked for the Transesophageal echocardiogram. He saw a different angle than before and saw that the Aortic valve was fine but it appeared bad because the mitral valve was so bad it was throwing blood all around the Aortic valve.
Now at this point, he changed the procedure right there on the fly. The surgeon was no longer going to go through my chest but used a new procedure of going through my right side. It would hurt more but I would recover quicker. So the five-hour surgery went to just three hours and my mitral valve was replaced with a mechanical valve and the Maze was done on my left side at the end to help the Afib.
Now mind you hundreds of people were praying over the surgeon, his surgery team, and myself. I believe the Holy Spirit prompted the surgeon to look again at my heart. Praise the Lord the surgeon followed that prompting. God had His providential hand all over us that day Friday the 13th.
It is not normal for a surgeon to change a surgery that had been already planned out. But I am grateful this surgeon listened to that inner voice. I am now in my third week of recovery and looking forward to being fully healed and better than before.
There is power in prayer! God is good! Divine healing in all its forms still is active today. I was an eyewitness and so were my family and friends to God being so loving and active in my God story where prayers were answered.
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